Friiiied Chicken

I think I should assign these blogs a title based on the homework that I should be doing instead. For example, yesterday's would've been "studying for statistics exam," and todays would be "psychology research assignment." 

But it's fried chicken. 

I made fried chicken tonight. I invented it too. Kinda. Well I decided what spices to put in it. We also had corn-on-the-cobb, and mashed potatoes 'n gravy, and...here's the kicker...APPLE FRITTERS! Dang, that should've been my title! With homemade apple butter! You get the picture? What a scrumptious, yumptious, and altogether good dinner! Which made me realize, yet again, that I truly adore it when things come together. There's a lot of satisfaction in all these random elements called ingredients being assembled by my hands to be enjoyed by others. It's my small, silly, Southern relation to God of creation. Taking nothing, bringing it to order, to fullness, to that swell of mmmm. That's why we've got the Wedding Feast of the Lamb to look forward to. Not the food so much as the fulfillment of everything coming together to the best and most and fullest it can be, for us to partake, to enjoy, to revel in the perfection of it. 

~just please let there be apple fritters.