Valentine's Day is a happy occasion in my house. No, I'm not into that mushy bullshit. I don't want overpriced flowers. I don't want jewelry by Jared or Kay. And no, I don't want a crappy prix fixe meal. So years ago, I decided to celebrate against Valentine's Day by doing the least sexiest thing I could think: fried chicken and beer. Yes, eating fattening foods with your hands while drinking a bloat friendly beverage.
Bob White's again. It's out favorite fried chicken place. But I realized I had a bunch of prep work to do in the kitchen for the weekend. I wasn't really in the mood to start working after 9pm. So instead, we scrapped our original plans and instead procured fried chicken locally. That's right, McNuggets and KFC.
A twenty piece nugget box with a side of barbecue sauce. I love these things. I know they're terrible and not natural chicken. But there is something about the nuggets that I just can't quit. I'm sure McDonald's made it that way on purpose.