The summers spent at grandma's old house in Stockton when I was just a kid are still memorable, even now that I'm 21.
We would spend all day swimming in her backyard pool. Candace, Rebecca, and I would live in our bathing suits and would be in the pool the second breakfast was over (and sunscreen was applied) and wouldn't really leave for any other reason than to eat lunch or get a snack. By the time dinner rolled around, even though we had eaten several times during the day, we were practically starving. It really is true when your mom says that swimming makes you hungry.
My Grandma Carol is an exceptional cook so even at such a young age I knew that I was going to eat a great dinner no matter what night it was. This particular night wasn't different to me; it was just a normal dinner. I had no idea what was in store for my taste buds though. After getting dressed in normal clothes I wandered through the house and thought to myself that I had never smelled anything that good. What was it?
Sitting down at the table with the rest of my family, I saw the source of that amazing smell. There in the midle of the table, sitting on a huge serving platter was a heaping pile of golden, crispy fried chicken. Not only was it golden and crispy on the outside but it was super juicy and tender on the inside. My little kid self thought I had died and gone to food heaven. There was even fluffy mashed potatoes and gracy and sweet corn to go along with it.
I can't remember if I had even eaten fried chicken before, I really think that I must have, but this was the first time I remember falling in love with this southern food. There's just something about it that makes you feel warm and loved.
That particular dinner was well over 12 years ago, however; fried chicken has remained one of my all time favorite foods and whenever I get a change to visit my grandma or she visits me, it's one thing I'll always request for dinner. Luckily she'll indulge me and cook my up my sweet southern comfort food.
Side note - My mother can cook up amazing fried chicken too. I just had to write about a childhood experience with food for my class. = )
Today I got off work right around dinner time and really only had an hour to come up with something to cook and finish some homework before I went to an Inner Varsity bible study on campus. I decided to go get a 99 cent spicy chicken sandwich and small fries from Carl's Jr instead of cooking something.
Now, the spicy chicken sandwich is a favorite of mine, however; the one at Carl's Jr. is small and only comes with lettuce and mayonnaise. I really can't stand mayonnaise but I do love tomato, so I asked for the them to nix the gross white stuff and give me something I like. Now here's the kicker...they charged me 39 cents extra for one tiny tomato slice! Now, 39 cents might not sound like a big deal but I've been trying to avoid eating out as much as possible with the whole being-a-broke-college-student thing going on, so this was a big deal. I guess I will know from now on to hold the tomato and just go with plane lettuce on my chicken sandwich.
In other news, I'm doing pretty good. I've been working more at Hollister which really is a relief. I'm hoping to get a promotion in the next few weeks, the guy just has to quit first. For those of you who remember to you can say a quick prayer that he stops complaining and really does quit so I can work and make the money that I need.
Thanksgiving and my birthday are coming up really soon. I'll be 21 years old a week from tomorrow. I'm going to be back in the 831 Monday night-ish! I'm very excited about that. It'll be nice to be home for more than three days. I don't really have any set plans except to go see New Moon at some point because movies down here are way to expensive (over $11).
Well folks I think I'm going to print out some homework and get to bed. I'll write again soon.
