This auspicious day is the perfect occasion for me to reflect on the importance of regularly consuming vast quantities of… well, of fried chicken, of course!
One of life’s mysteries which I cannot explain is that I’ve loved fried chicken for as long as I can remember even though it was never served a home.
That is just a bit weird, isn’t it?
And even though I eat if frequently, I don’t make it at home, either.
I know my way around the kitchen and make all kinds of other stuff. But not this life-giving delicacy.
As great as it is, it’s certainly true that frying this fowl at home is no light undertaking.
You need a Dutch oven, or at least a skillet with some serious depth to it.
And getting a good result means giving up a very considerable quantity of high-quality cooking oil, and not one of the cheaper ones. Peanut oil or coconut oil are preferred.
And then you’re left with a vast quantity of used oil. Yes, it’s not too different from the situation we shade-tree mechanics face when we’re thinking of changing our car’s oil in the driveway. And what to do with it after… yeah, that can be an issue.
So maybe I’m not the only one; maybe lots of lovers of what just might be America’s favorite dish head to KFC or Popeye’s in huge numbers but eschew tossing chicken pieces n’ parts in their skillets at home!
This wonderful feeling of relief, of knowing I’m not so different from my chicken-lovin’ friends, will buoy my spirits 30 minutes from now when I’m standing in that long line of hungry guests at that KFC right around the corner from me!
I wonder if they know what day it is?
“Bulldog Ben” Basile
Photo credit Ben Lawrence Basile