This year I’m going to be thirty plus twelve. So I got an idea, and invited my bible study class to come over and share some country food. I love all kinds of food, but my heart really gets into food from the Southern region of the states. So I’m planning and it’s good: potato salad, collard greens, and corn “with sugar in it.” My dad will call me before I make the corn and remind me to put sugar in it. “Make sure you give it to em sweet” I know because he always does. I’m hoping to have brownies with ice cream and caramel sauce. I know cobbler would be more southern but it’s my party.
So now I’m trying to decide if I should have BBQ chicken or fried chicken and think to ask Mr. B, my party cohost . He respond
s with “We should get chicken from El Pollo Loco.”
“El Pollo Loco” I question, “That’s not country food.”
“Yeah but its Southern” He uses as his defense
I just look at him. So he adds, “When you’re from Montana that is food from the South” He’s got a good point there. I had no comeback. Which is a rare thing for me.
We both just laughed. He’s right. For him that would be Southern. I love my meat and potato eating, bagel loving husband. And, don’t be too surprised if you come to my house and get El Pollo Loco.