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The coupon made me do it

I consider myself a bit of a risk taker…but not when it comes to pizza.

I like thin crust pepperoni. Period. To my taste buds, that is the perfect combination, and I don’t mess with it…or bother ordering much else.

But I had a coupon at Domino’s the other day, so I added one of their new specialty chicken dishes to my order, and wow — it was good.

DOMINOS-CHICKEN-PIZZA

I don’t want to sound like an ad, but the Crispy Bacon and Tomato Chicken was awesome.

So, if you usually wear blinders when it comes to pizza — perhaps you would never order from Domino’s even — consider giving them a shot. I love their thin crust pizza.

And now I even like chicken.

Go figure.

Throwback Thursday

Back when I was just a twinkle in my parents’ eyes…

rooster and chicken

 

Ah, memories.

Comfort food

Friday night my family hosted my nephew’s rehearsal dinner.

The main course?  Turkey and pork barbecue.

Only much later did we realize that we’d let National Fried Chicken Day pass us by with nary a breast, thigh or drumstick in sight.

(Of chicken, folks — keep it clean.)

Now that our nephew is wed and already enjoying his honeymoon in Cozumel, we decided today to set things right…and gathered the family together for an honest-to-goodness Southern fried chicken dinner.

Plus all the fixin’s.

My favorite meal with my favorite people — what a perfect way to end the holiday weekend.

That’ll do, pig

While The Sticky Egg’s moniker is pure poultry, I have never attempted to hide my preference for pork.

From its good looks on your breakfast table to the Red Bull-like jolt it can give your day, bacon’s the bomb.  And pork chops?  Well…let’s just say if they’re on a restaurant menu, I have a hard time not ordering them.

I guess it’s really not that surprising for a girl whose home town (Fancy Farm, Kentucky) is in the Guinness Book of World Records for holding the Largest One-Day Barbecue in the World — that’s pork barbecue, my friend.

So I read with particular interest that the National Pork Board has changed their slogan from

“Pork — the Other White Meat”

to

“Pork — Be Inspired.”

Sorry, board members — I’m not.

Look — I appreciate the fact that you’ve stopped comparing pork to chicken.  By now folks get the fact that pork is a lean, healthy — and let’s face it, tastier — alternative.  And now you want to create a more emotional connection.

But I’m pretty sure a trite phrase like “Be Inspired” is going to elicit quite different emotions than you planned.  Emotions like scorn.  Derision.  Boredom.  All of which will lead viewers to first mock the lame ads and then, worst of all, ignore them completely.

At least the old tag line showed a spark of creativity.  The new one sounds like it was penned during a ten-minute elevator conversation (although the dollars spent on its creation would probably make me cry).

National Pork Board:  If you truly want pork lovers to “be inspired” in the kitchen, why not start by inspiring them?




Cluck cluck

Growing up in a town of 400 people (Fancy Farm, Kentucky), we didn’t have a lot of restaurant choices.  So, on special occasions like birthdays, my mother would let us choose our favorite meal, and she would cook…because she was a fabulous cook.

My favorite?

Fried chicken. Mashed potatoes. Lima beans.  Sometimes biscuits, too.  A little slice of heaven on earth…and no one made it better than my mom.

I mention this because it’s National Fried Chicken Day.  I never knew July 6th had this designation, or I would have made sure mom cooked my favorite meal that day as well.  I would have had the excuse to indulge every year on this day, too, because I don’t eat fried chicken that much anymore.

I’m not sure why.  It’s high in protein, and the breading really doesn’t add that many carbs to the mix.  Where I probably sin the most is in the amount of mashed potatoes I can put away — if they’re smooth and creamy the way I like ’em, I can eat an entire family-size serving.

Man, I’m hungry.

Hope I can find some fried chicken here in NYC…’cause it’s National Fried Chicken Day, damn it, and a Southern gal’s gotta celebrate.