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I’ve been thinking a lot about chicken this Memorial Day Weekend.  I love it. Fried, baked, winged, pied, grilled, sliced, casseroled, stuffed. It’s my go-to comfort food. In the past four days, I’ve eaten it three times.

My chicken holiday began at KFC with an order of chicken strips.  KFC has the best chicken strips in my opinion of any chain restaurant because they are actually pieces of white meat and not something that resembles ground chicken made into a strip.

For the uninformed, strips are different from wings.  The former has no bones, while the latter does. We have actually been to the Anchor Bar in Buffalo, NY where — tradition has it – the very first wings were served.  They were delicious.

I mention wings since a couple nights ago, in Allen Park, MI that’s what I ordered for dinner. They were good – big, juicy, mildly spicy, and plentiful.  In fact, so plentiful I ordered a box for those I couldn’t eat and stored them in the motel room’s mini-fridge. They weren’t bad the next morning for breakfast.

Yesterday, friends George and Noreen spent the day with Earl and me in Frankenmuth, MI.  Besides being known as the home of the world’s largest Christmas shop (That’s another blog), it’s also the home of two competing restaurants whose menus revolve around fried chicken served family style.

Before deciding where to eat we studied the opposing menus and finally chose to dine at Zehnder’s instead of the Bavarian Inn.  First we had chicken noodle soup, various breads, liver pate, cottage cheese, coleslaw, and cranberry relish. I was already getting full, even though I tried to pace myself accordingly.

Then the main course arrived.  The platter of chicken legs, thighs, breasts, and wings came with mashed potatoes, dressing, noodles, green beans, and gravy.  It was like Thanksgiving dinner six months early, and we ate until we were stuffed.

To add atmosphere, there was a person in a chicken costume roaming the dining room.  Frankly, this was my least favorite aspect of the entire meal because I wondered if that is what people who eat too much chicken turn into.  Probably not, but maybe I better not take any chances.

I think I’ll have a burger for supper today.