Funeral for a Fried Friend
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An unexpected tragedy of the pandemic has come to pass. You note how the grocery store started carrying all kinds of "odd" foods. With supply chain problems, regional brands of food started appearing that you'd never seen before to replace the usual brands they couldn't get.
One of these brought a jubilee to my Yankee grocery stores---bulk sized bags of frozen chicken-fried steak fritter strips. WITH THE WHITE GRAVY PACKET.
Let me tell you. These goddamned things are little pieces of heaven. Who doesn't like chicken-fried steak? Who, I ask you?
Well. Now they're all on $5 a bag clearance because the uptight Northern white people we got all up in here didn't buy 'em. So we're never going to see them again.
After I go clean out the final bags from my grocery store I'm gonna have to hold some kind of (sensibly planned, affordable) funeral behind these things.
Funeral for a Fried Friend
I used to be one of those snobby foodists. I stopped. There is too much joy lost when you restrict what you eat. Of course you should not eat twinkies and hot dog all day, but that is not fun eating for me anyways. I never had a twinkie in my life, but what I did have was cheap but delicious foods that make the stomach feel warm and cared for. I love mashed potatoes with lots of real butter. I love cheesy noodles (aka Mac & Cheese) with a thick creamy cheese sauce. I love slow cooked meats and stews. I love good old fashioned eggs and bacon. And ... the last time I went on a trip up north. Me and my friends all ordered the Chicken Fingers at a bar / restaurant. Because: they sounded the most delicious.
Buy what you need. Freeze what you can. Enjoy while it lasts.
Dude. That sucks. We have like four different brands of them here and you can get them hot and fresh at Dairy Queen all day.