Sunday, November 14, 2010

Ain't it a ripoff when anticipation is greater than reality

My all-time favorite thing to eat is Kentucky Fried Chicken, Original recipe, if you please. Not the emasculated version when the corporate eggheads decided to change the name to KFC. Chicken fried in oil or even lard, seasoned well, crispy skin...heaven in a mouthful.

Alarmists have persuaded me not to give way to temptation, to avoid the oil, cholesterol, plaque inducing artery cloggers we know as Kentuck Fried Chicken. Instead of eating it once a month, I now eat it maybe twice a year...accompanied by mashed potatoes and fake gravy, and coleslaw.

Last week Friday was the second day of the year to have Fried Chicken, Original recipe of course. I bought the 8 piece meal deal with mashed potatoes and mushed corn on the cob. I don't like drumsticks...my husband loves them. Like Jack Sprat, we share the treasured pieces...drumsticks for him, thighs for me.

Corn on the cob, already cold from the take out ride from Hilo to Glenwood. That piece of corn must have been around since last week...totally mushed out and absolutely flavorless. Strike One!!

A dip into the mashed potatoes with fake gravy...Right texture but I have my tastebuds standing on end with the chemical aftertaste of fake gravy and thickener. Strike Two!!!

Onward to the best part of the meal. I peel off the skin and leave it on the side to savor later. The thigh meat is stripped out. It is cooked through yet still tender and moist...unlike the petrified chicken at Safeway and Sack N Save. Good so far!! After the bones have been stripped of chicken, I eye the skin on my plate. So bad for the health but so delicious. My saliva glands are pumping out some major waterworks.

I take a bite. Hmmm crunchy....Good so far...until my tastebuds tell me that the skin is oversalted. Bleaghhh. Ruined my twice a year experience!!! Strike Three!!!! It will take me at least six months to recover from the devastation of my glorified anticipation. Will I remember my disappointment or will the visions of crispy wings and thighs overcome the flawed memory and urge me to plunk down money for more Kentucky Fried chicken? Only time will tell!!

November Aphorism

Don't grumble that your lawn needs mowing when neighbors are crying for rain.