Chickening it

Well, my beautiful bubbling wife has left me in the dirt (actually it's sand here) once again. She's gone to SoCal to visit family and party. So, I'm left here doing all the things I normally do. You know, things like feeding, grooming, and cleaning up after the critters, dusting, cleaning floors, windows and toilets. Everything, except the cooking for her. So, I'll get a little break there.

In Those Days, I loved my Mom's pan fried chicken. She would cook it for my birthday every year. Made me feel really special, but thinking back about things, I think we had it about once a week anyway. It must be kind of a dying fad though. I don't know anyone who cooks chicken that way now. Apparently it was pushed aside by BBQ, baked, rotisserie, roasted, or deep fried.

My first exposure to the deep fried stuff was KFC, and then later at Popeye's. KFC is not truly deep fried. I think it is first pressure cooked, then fried, or maybe fried under pressure. And I really liked it....until I saw saw their kitchen while investigating a robbery years ago. Don't think I've eaten much of it since, but I still think it is the best tasting.

Now, when She's gone, things change, and I eat fried chicken. Because She can't stand the smell of it, let alone eat it. So, as planned, almost as soon as I dropped her off at the runway, I headed for Freddy's to get some fried chicken. I ate it for both lunch at the river, then again for dinner. It's almost gone. Might finish it off for breakfast and might even get some more after that. I think I'll even get some of that cheap macaroni and cheese to make up.

So, sorry to all the health conscience Lisa types out there. You know who you are (because you might even be named Lisa)! The next few days will be filled with low fiber, all fat, high salt, no exercise (except for my everyday normal chores), and maybe an A&W Papa Burger combo (substituting onion rings for fries and adding a large root beer).

Now, that's "Chickening it."
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