Dip's Fried Chicken and an American Prayer

Monday, January 19, 2009


As you've all heard me say before, I love the crust on fried foods as much as I love whatever is beneath it. When I fry chicken I deliberately use self rising flour to ensure lots of it. But I like other kinds too. At Dip's Country Kitchen around the corner on Rosemary St., Mrs. Council prepares hers with a thin crispy crust. It is very much like Mrs. Seaton's at Willie Mae's Scotch House in New Orleans. I eat every speck. As the waitress ties to clear my plate I am usually still pecking among the bones for fallen crumbs. As this rather poor picture shows, I added corn pudding, pinto beans, and cornbread to this meal.
I was at lunch there today because earlier I had been at the First Baptist Church across the street. High time you might say given the way you were carrying on last week in Mexico. But I wasn't there to repent. I was attending the annual convocation honoring the memory of Dr. Martin Luther King. I don't often go to church, but this morning it was easy to join the congregation in "Amen" and "Praise the Lord". Given the momentous events of this week, it seems sort of silly to go on about fried chicken, so this entry will be brief. I can't tell you how many people I have run into today who can't wait until twelve noon tomorrow. Me too. So instead of rhapsodising on rutabegas, please join me in An American Prayer. I'm an old lefty. I still believe all this stuff.

posted by Bill Smith at 11:25 AM

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