Me and Crispy Fried Chicken: Now and Then
Crispy fried chicken had always been a treat for me. My parents brought me (and my sister) to a fast food restaurant to celebrate my birthday. Sometimes, we went there if I got the first position in my class.
I rarely had kids menu; my mother always purchased regular menu consisted of chicken breast, rice and/or french fries, and bottled tea/Pepsi/orange juice. As a condiment for the chicken, I added tomato sauce and chili sauce. The tomato sauce was sweet and tangy, and the chili sauce was, of course, spicy, but I could tolerate it. Even though the chicken meat was delicious, juicy, and a bit spicy, my favorite part was the crispy, oily skin. I saved the skin for the last, after I finished eating the meat and the rice. I bited and chewed it, enjoyed its taste in my mouth before letting it went down to my stomach. Then I dipped it in tomato sauce or chili sauce, or combination of them, bited it, and swallowed it. When my last piece of crispy fried chicken had gone, I felt a bit sad because it was very delicious.
Now that I’ve gotten bigger and older (and gained more knowledge), I know that eating crispy fried chicken too often is not healthy. It is rich in calories and fat and taste, yet lack of vitamins, mineral, and fiber. However, I still consider it as one of my comfort foods, which I can eat occasionally. I eat it in different way, too. I do not add too much sauce onto my plate because I cannot finished it all. Spoiling food is not good, isn’t it?
The skin is still my favorite part, though. I always save it for the last.
P.S. I did not have any fried chicken, so I just shot a sachet of chili sauce (specially manufactured) for fried chicken as an illustration for this post.