Another Passionate Post About Chicken

~ This waiting is insane. That is all I have to say about that...

~ Dear pregnant people, I wanted to offer a thought. When your mucous plug falls out, don't worry about calling your husband/partner into the bathroom to take a quick look at it on the toilet paper. We don't need to see that. We will totally believe you that it indeed fell out. We don't need the hard proof. It kind of reminds me of the time when my dear sweet friend Chloe would insist on showing me things like THIS whenever she would get a sinus infection. Sorry about that. I guess that is actually 100 times worse then the plug thing. I think we can move on now.

~ Cole is sitting here across from me with a pile of crafty type supplies and working away at birth announcements. She is breathing like a geriatric on an iron lung and making the focus face. I had no idea she had this creepy Martha Stewart thing channeling thru her body. Sewing machines were blazing, stamp maker stamping, glue sticks, and exacto knives exacting. It's fucking crazy. But I have to say the cards are super cool. She has saved a blank spot to paste whatever little picture I end up taking of the baby. I told her that I think we should drive all the relatives extra crazy and we shouldn't tell anyone the sex until they get their birth announcement. Just say: "Sorry... it's in the mail!" Wouldn't it make opening the announcement so much more exciting?

~ Today we are getting the phone calls from everyone. Cole's Dad just called to find out if she is dilated yet. "Are you dilated? You should be dilated by now? You gotta be at least 3 centimeters by now! YOU should be dilated! You're sure you aren't dilated?" Hilarious. Upon learning that she has not been doing any dilating, he insisted that we come to his house to eat chicken and that he has made grape leaves. Something that Cole can not resist. They are fantastic. A little Lebanese food would be lovely tonight.

~ So the point of this post was chicken. I wanted to tell you about taking chances on some of the little weird places that maybe you drive by and never look twice at. I recently went out on a photo outing with some pals to Christmas FL and on the way there in the middle of nowhere HWY 50 we stopped off at this little chicken shack. We had decided that we would believe the hand painted sign, that boasted that they had in fact figured out how to cook, and had become "The Best in Chicken." The price was right $3.95 for a lunch. So yeah, we stopped. It was fucking amazing and blew away any disgusting liquid smoke soaked nasty fake grilled chicken in a bucket. We walked in, made a selection and we had a huge plate of food within seconds. Chicken in Sauce over black beans and rice and it sang. Like the God sound. When you would bite into it. That angelic chorus of "AHHHHHHH" and you tingle from your mouth to your butthole and it makes you wiggle in your seat while you chew it. I don't know what kind of magic they put in this chicken but it is mind blowing. And $3.95 and it made me remember touring.

When I was doing the tour manager thing and driving all over this gorgeous little earth, we would stop as often as we could at "local" places. The food was always the best, and the price was always right. I have grown to despise the franchise chains over the years because they make the truly wonderful places fail. I still can't believe that anyone eats at things like the Olive Garden and can actually keep a straight face when they say that they have just eaten Italian food. The soulless food giants that line up on the sides of major highways have figured out how to make the best bread on earth... and somehow that makes people come in droves to sit and feast on the "free" bread, followed by incredibly mediocre food. Cheddar Bay biscuits, yeast rolls, and garlicy breadsticks are the fucking devil and are a distraction to the crap on your plate. But don't let me get to nuts on this topic. I just wanted to remind people that sometimes-- those little out of the way places that look "scary" because they aren't themed, or filled with crazy-fun servers covered in flair and suspenders, doesn't mean that the food is terrible. These kinds of places are little food gems, and should be mined and cherished. Do not forget about your Moms and Pops. I'm not saying everything in the world with a hand painted "worlds best" sign in their store front will actually deliver on their promise. I have been fooled before (mostly in Texas and those damn best chili signs) and my colon has paid the price, but I would say that 99% of the time you get charm, personality, and tradition with your food, and it always tastes better then any jack-daniels rubbed sizzling taste fiesta explosion jammed onto a skillet and served sizzling.

Off the soapbox. Apologies to all

For the love of Chicken - All the Love in the Universe ~ Me

P.S. For those of you who live in Central Fl. This place is on HWY 50 just outside of Christmas FL, on the way to Titusville it is on the left hand side if you are headed East and next to some Auto Junkyards. You can get this chicken fried, roasted, or with sauce, and we got all three. It really is the best chicken I have had on the side of HWY 50 and that is one long ass HWY. So keep your eyes out for it when you are doing the beach drive this summer.

P.S.S. This was my Follow Friday on twitter which I rarely do... but Cole always reads me his tweets and he is hilarious. He just tweets the funny shit his filipino Mom says: Follow

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