Fried chicken and potato salad.
Terry had a rough day at work needed comfort food.
The boys were all kind of wanting it.
CJ offered to go to the store and get the ingredients.
Daylight Savings Time means we can sit on the patio to eat it.
I wanted it. I’ve been wanting it for a week, and held off but no more.
Maybe I’m weak. Maybe I’m not. Maybe I know when to give up the fight and enjoy the ride.
The thing is, when I want fried chicken, I do not want Popeyes, or KFC, or Uncle Shug’s Chicken Barn. I want James Beard’s Southern Fried and I want it cooked the way he does it…in lard.
And so it is. Tomorrow, I’ll eat a head of broccoli and drink a quart of red wine to unclog the gut and arteries. But tonight, it’s chicken done the proper way.