This week's blog challenge: RECIPE!
We all dig out special recipes during the holidays - some that we ONLY use at holiday time. Why do we make those dishes every year? Where did the recipe originate? Does someone request it? Would it just NOT be the holidays without it? What memories of this recipe do you have from your childhood?
Then there are the stock recipes that we ALWAYS keep ingredients on hand for. What's one of yours? What's your family's favorite dish? What do you ALWAYS make when you have company for dinner? Are you known for a certain recipe that people always request?
Challenge issued by Stacy Kocur
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So I've been a little negligent in writing and thought perhaps this blog challenge would help me get going. I mean, hell, if I can't write about food then what can I write about! :)
I suppose there are lots of different recipes I could discuss but I started thinking about what I would request if I went home and there's only one thing I consider a must-have: my mom's fried chicken. When I was a kid there was nothing more special than finding out we were having fried chicken for dinner. There never seemed to be leftovers but in the event that there was, it was usually gone by the next morning. I can remember getting up in the middle of the night to snag a piece out of the refrigerator; it was just as good cold as it was right out of the skillet! And there was nothing more annoying than discovering that one of my brothers had already beat me to the last piece.
I thought it was a miracle of motherhood to be able to reproduce chicken that tasted like my mom's; perhaps it came with the pushing of a child out of one's body, this innate knowledge of how to fry chicken that everyone begged for and fought over and shed tears of sorrow when it was all consumed. But in true humble fashion my mother insisted that it was the simplest thing in the world: "the key is in the heat," she would say.
I would pull my hair out trying to figure out what she means by "the key is in the heat." Was it a riddle? Was I supposed to put a key in the skillet? WHAT WAS THE SECRET?????
Well, here I am almost thirty-one years old and many, many skillets later I have started to get the hang of it. I still can't produce chicken that tastes as good as my mother's but I am starting to see the same response from my family as we used to give my mom when we found out it was fried chicken night. Usually my husband scarfs it down mumbling through each bite, "Man, this is good." I just sort of smile and mentally give myself a high five.
We all dig out special recipes during the holidays - some that we ONLY use at holiday time. Why do we make those dishes every year? Where did the recipe originate? Does someone request it? Would it just NOT be the holidays without it? What memories of this recipe do you have from your childhood?
Then there are the stock recipes that we ALWAYS keep ingredients on hand for. What's one of yours? What's your family's favorite dish? What do you ALWAYS make when you have company for dinner? Are you known for a certain recipe that people always request?
Challenge issued by Stacy Kocur
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So I've been a little negligent in writing and thought perhaps this blog challenge would help me get going. I mean, hell, if I can't write about food then what can I write about! :)
I suppose there are lots of different recipes I could discuss but I started thinking about what I would request if I went home and there's only one thing I consider a must-have: my mom's fried chicken. When I was a kid there was nothing more special than finding out we were having fried chicken for dinner. There never seemed to be leftovers but in the event that there was, it was usually gone by the next morning. I can remember getting up in the middle of the night to snag a piece out of the refrigerator; it was just as good cold as it was right out of the skillet! And there was nothing more annoying than discovering that one of my brothers had already beat me to the last piece.
I thought it was a miracle of motherhood to be able to reproduce chicken that tasted like my mom's; perhaps it came with the pushing of a child out of one's body, this innate knowledge of how to fry chicken that everyone begged for and fought over and shed tears of sorrow when it was all consumed. But in true humble fashion my mother insisted that it was the simplest thing in the world: "the key is in the heat," she would say.
I would pull my hair out trying to figure out what she means by "the key is in the heat." Was it a riddle? Was I supposed to put a key in the skillet? WHAT WAS THE SECRET?????
Well, here I am almost thirty-one years old and many, many skillets later I have started to get the hang of it. I still can't produce chicken that tastes as good as my mother's but I am starting to see the same response from my family as we used to give my mom when we found out it was fried chicken night. Usually my husband scarfs it down mumbling through each bite, "Man, this is good." I just sort of smile and mentally give myself a high five.
posted by Tiffany | 4:38 PM
2 Comments:
My mom makes a great fried chicken too! It is what I request for my birthday dinner. I have figured out (at 41) that food always tastes better when someone who loves you prepares it!
Oh, I am so droolin' now! Thanks a lot. Where am I gonna find some dang fried chicken around here that can compare to what you just described? And of course I can't even attempt to make it myself 'cause I certainly do not know what key I need to put in the skillet. Heck, I don't even have a skillet...just a frying pan. =]
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