I was craving fried chicken the other day.
I never crave fried chicken or anything “fried,” usually.
One Sunday recently, I wanted chicken, egged on by my boys who spurred on my craving by suggesting an “old-fashioned” picnic in the park.
Who am I to say no to that?
I wasn’t going to make fried chicken (previous attempts have taught me to leave it to the experts), so we went to the Brookshire’s Deli to pick up a box of their fried chicken.
It was heavenly. It was crispy, juicy and perfectly seasoned. The boys devoured several breasts a piece, and then lay on the picnic blanket in the sunshine, holding their bellies and groaning.
Brookshire’s fried chicken, at the deli counter, is prepared daily. You can get assorted pieces, like breasts, wings, drumsticks or thighs. Best of all, it’s affordable and delicious, and you don’t have to scrub down your kitchen afterward!