Growing up,
the summer months were always accompanied
by a few steadfast
activities that made summer feel complete…
If
the following few summertime events did not take place,
could we really be sure summer came and went??
1. Riding
our bicycles to and from the city pool with our towels draped around our necks…for
what would be an almost daily ritual of sun-soaked afternoons and lots of
swimming…. So much swimming.
2. Fourth
of July with tall stacks of chocolate-iced
brownies, grilled hot-dogs, fun with family friends and the evening would not
be complete without our parents putting on death-defying homemade fireworks
shows… the hose was always nearby.
3. Festivals…
in Cincinnati, you are never further than a few blocks in any direction from a
Catholic Church -- every Parrish had a
festival… We were sure to spend a few
summer evenings pulling tabs on “bars and bells” cards and playing .25 cent
festival games… loading our pockets with tiny whistles, bubbles and penny candy…
all in a good night's work of festival gaming...
4. Family
picnics in the park…Our family would load up into the car...and we would get a bucket of chicken and a few sides from our favorite local chicken restaurant. We would take our fried chicken and picnic in the park…My brother and I would always gobble up our meal, so we would have plenty of time to run off to play on the swings, or to throw pebbles into the water… always
a special meal...eating in the woods made the food tastier... and somehow more summery.
All my life… my chicken…if it was fried… it came from
the store. These chicken restaurants… aren’t these the establishments where the folks have the special secret recipe… right??
I truly never fried chicken at home…I just grew up
ordering our fried chicken out…so it just never happened…
Trust me, we had every other kind of chicken dish under the sun...grilled, baked...casseroles... we just never fried it...
Then fast-forward to a year or so ago—and the "chicken sandwich wars" arrived… and our family played along… We sampled them all…I
mean, it’s a hard job and we were certainly up to the task…(I do have a
personal winner--btw)
After all the chicken sandwich samplings were behind
us… I decided, I would attempt to make
my own version of the a fried chicken sandwich…how hard could it be??
Here’s my version of a “winning” recipe…. She has never won a
blue ribbon (yet)…but she’s a first-class chicken sandwich and you don’t have to look
very much further than you own pantry to find one.