The Week of Fried Chicken

Last Friday, I was at the grocery store, and it was 1:30 in the afternoon. I had been out all morning, and hadn't eaten lunch yet.

I walked past the deli counter and thought, "I'm really hungry." I looked over, saw some fried chicken, and decided to get some.

After purchasing my groceries, I sat in the car and ate my fried chicken, and all of a sudden I remembered the week of fried chicken.

I can't believe I haven't documented this story yet.

When my mom passed away, friends and neighbors bought my family food to eat. Well, I have four siblings, all of us are married, four of us have children, and we had other relatives in town too. Needless to say there was an army to feed. (Our driveway looked like a parking lot, we had a few neighbors who decided to stop in just because they saw all the cars, and figured something was wrong.) Anyway, what is the easiest thing to feed an army? You guessed it - fried chicken.

It seemed like on more than one day, a neighbor would drop by lunch (fried chicken), and another friend would drop by dinner and it would be fried chicken too! It was so sweet of everyone to help us, and want us not to have to worry about cooking, but it became kind of a joke in our family that week. A little comic relief during a sad time, I guess. I think we only got one meal that week that didn't consist of fried chicken. We probably even had every kind of fried chicken they sell in my home town. One night, we had to take a break from the chicken and ordered pizza.

To this day, I can not eat fried chicken without thinking about eating chicken for a week when my mom died. It's such a funny memory for me.

My sisters and I have decided to do a girl's trip every year around the same time my mom passed away. Just to get together and do at least one of her favorite things - shop! I think for the fun of it, we should throw in at least one commemorative meal of fried chicken too...