Hungry

Three people got on the crowded train car this morning, talking amicably with one another about, whatever. I don't really know what they were talking about, I was really trying to concentrate on my book. which is getting harder and harder to do these days. Anyway, the subject turned to food. My ears immediately perked. I wasn't really trying to listen. I really couldn't avoid hearing, they were standing directly over me.

It seems that their workplace is going to have some kind of banquet. Apparently, the location and the menu has not yet been decided. Each party had suggestion. I heard burgers, Italian beefs and it got somewhat noisy so I could really hear the connecting phrases. I don;t know if there were any preferences one way or the other until, one of the three, said, "I'm not trying to have no ham hocks in my egg rolls."

Once my internal guffaws ( at the image of these huge hunks of fatty *meat* wrapped in an egg roll ) subsided, I thought about food and the kind of food that appeals to me.

The traditional soul food fare is not really my choice; ham hocks make me gag. Much of the food stuffs I'd grown up eating, I don't eat much now, unless, my mother or one of her sisters does the cooking. I think my favorite food is Italian. I say, think because Mexican is really up there too. I like to go out for both. I've tried to prepare a few dishes, they came out ok, but... practice continues. Lasagna and spinach enchiladas make my mouth water.

Some vestiges of childhood remain, though. Chicken is still a staple. We prepare chicken in some form at least once a week Later in life health concerns, however, limits fried to once a month. And as boneless, skinless chicken breasts rest in my freezer often, grilled or baked chicken ala anything is usually on the menu.

And speaking of chicken, I want to know who in the hell came up with the Famous Bowl. Are you familiar with the KFC Famous Bowl? A bowl of mashed potatoes, topped with gravy, topped with battered chicken turds, topped with corn kernels, topped with cheese. Yuck, Yuck and more yuck, talk about gagging. If I wasn't boycotting KFC I would be in there asking them to take that hideous poster down.