AtoZ Letter K ~ Kitchen Bests
There was no TV watching during meal time...we didn't have one. There was little or no talking except for please pass the gravy or from Dad, "Sue, eat your okra." Boiled okra was the one thing I could not even look at much less eat. I would wash dishes every night for the next kabillion years to not have to eat that snotty, slimey stuff. Which I did...wash dishes forever...after spewing the slime all over the dinner table.
Mother's kitchen was a Waste Not...PayDay's a Week Away kinda kitchen. She could stretch a 'Fryer' farther than the road from here to Dallas...and that was a long way from our kitchen.
Fried Chicken was a Sunday Special with mashed potatoes and cream gravy, corn bread and banana pudding. Every item on that menu was a result of some part of that Stretched Fryer...except for the pudding. If you are from that era of 'Waste Not...Want Not' then you know what I'm talkin' about.
For instance...The Fryer...it was the Whole Chicken...bagged with skin, layers of globby fat and guts...pretty much everything but the head, feet and feathers. I know you are dying to know how I know so much about Fryers. Let's just say, I was the butcher! I can still hear Mama sayin', "Sue, you are butcherin' that Fryer. Pick it up off the floor and hold onto the leg. It's a knife, not a saw...here's a bandaid!"