It's Friday, but I declare it to be Fried-day.
From now on, Friday blogs will feature fried food (reader's note: by "from now on," I mean that it will mostly be Fried-day on Friday, unless there is breaking news that takes precedence on the blog or my doctor puts an end to Fried-day). That's the reason for the beautiful photo of fried catfish from Krispy Chicken that accompanies this blog. Blue skies, the Alico building, french fries and fried catfish. Glory, hallelujah, what a day.
Honestly, I don't know how I missed this for so long. Fried-day is perfect. The opportunities to write about fried food are endless. I can definitely see chicken fried steak from The Coffee Shop or Lone Star Tavern taking center stage on an Fried-day in the near future. I could spend a whole month of Fried-days on fried chicken — chicken tenders, chicken legs, chicken wings of a dozen or more varieties, spicy chicken sandwiches. There's fried pickles, fried jalapenos, fried rice, fried cheese sticks, french fries (duh).
And, of course, the Cadillac of fried food, the Monte Cristo sandwich. In case you don't know, that's a fried ham and cheese sandwich, sprinkled with powdered sugar and served with syrup or jelly as a dipping sauce. If I ate a Monte Cristo sandwich on Friday, I wouldn't have to worry about wanting to eat again for the rest of the weekend. So, see, it would actually be a practical decision, financially speaking.
Krispy Chicken kicked off Fried-day, which was a good choice even if I do say so myself. I can easily imagine Krispy Chicken being featured in the future, especially since I chose fried catfish and not fried chicken today.
Another reason Krispy Chicken makes sense on Fried-day is that walking up to the window smells like fried food heaven. Krispy Chicken, like a food truck or Katie's Frozen Custard, servers customers at the window. There are park benches for seating, but it's mostly a takeaway deal. As such, the aroma of the fried chicken, fried catfish, french fries, fried okra, etc., wafts out of the windows, across the parking lot and, probably, all the way down Franklin Avenue.
As always, I'm open to reader's suggestions of favorite fried food items. I've been to the Texas State Fair, but almost solely for Texas-Oklahoma football games, so I haven't experienced the legendary fried foods therein — fried snicker bars, deep-fried bacon, fried butter.
Anything you have to add, I'm all ears.
I have to go now, though. Fried-days, I can already tell, will require an afternoon cardio workout.
