Chicken and Biscuits Take Me to My Happy Place
If I ever have to have a last meal, it’s going to be Sheryl’s chicken and biscuits followed by her taffy apple salad.
So, imagine my delight when I arrived home last night to find Sheryl up to her elbows in chicken and biscuit preparation. Delight, I say. Although it’s a family favorite, imported all the way from Iowa, we have it only once or twice a year. (That’s what keeps it special.) And the last time Sheryl made it, I was on my No Bread for Lent jag. Can you say disappointed?
We were all talking about chicken and biscuits on the day after Mother’s Day, when our taffy apple salad was the hit of the group dinner with a lot of friends. (Someone asked me, what in this? I said, “Apples. They’re healthy. And to balance that out, we threw in chopped up Snickers Bars and coated that in whipped cream and vanilla pudding.” Everyone agreed it was the best idea ever.) While we were having the last of the taffy apple salad, we joked about chicken and biscuits. Volia! there it was last night.
At about 8:30 last night. I passed out in my chair. Missed who got eliminated from American Idol. Didn’t matter. I was a happy boy. Chicken and biscuits took me to my happy place.
Posted on May 15, 2008
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