Growing up, my family had a hearty rotation of meals. Each night was dedicated to a particular dish, and those dishes were infrequently altered. It wasn’t long before I had it figured out – my parents never really told us “the schedule”, but I eventually caught on. I was an honor roll student, after all. I started dreading Wednesdays and I perpetually anticipated Saturdays. As I type, I realize I might have felt that way regardless of the cuisine – to this day I continue to hate ‘hump day’ and love everything there is to love about Saturday. Wednesday was meatloaf – I hated that meatloaf with a passion. Even now, I rarely choose to cook those lumps o’ ground meat. Thursday was fried chicken – my family’s fried chicken recipe will always be my favorite, no matter how much I heart Bojangles. The best part about fried chicken...
