At our house, fried chicken was a special event and was not weekly. That might have as much to do with the trouble it took and mess to cook it as how much it cost.
Fish and chips? Well we had fish sticks. That was what we were allowed with fish and the pre-mentioned salmon patties. All perfectly awful.
I see small children these days seemingly endlessly eating little chicken nuggets and I wonder if they will grow up with any palette at all.
I remember the first time I had fried rice from a food booth at a international fair type place. It was a revelation. It was probably the onion in the garlic that got to me and I’ve been a huge fan ever since. I certainly can’t blame my mother for not having food in her repertoire that vaguely resembles Third World, but did everything have to be so bland?
Oh wait, I do remember occasional Saturday night spaghetti nights where she used hot peppers in the sauce and that was sublime!
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