corn muffins and fried chicken
From New Orleans a few Fridays ago, Karen and I drove through Alabama, deliberating upon which roadfood stop to make, and deciding that fried chicken was the priority.
(Note: This is the sixth of eight posts from this road trip. You might start at the first, second, third, fourth, or fifth post.)
Corn muffins arrived immediately after we chose a table, and I smiled at the option of buttermilk by the glass on the menu at Martin’s in Montgomery (and applauded the choice to only serve whole milk).
We both ordered fried chicken, which is the thing to do here, and my three veg (fried green tomatoes, black-eyes peas, and creamed corn) filled the large plate. I closed my eyes, thought about crusts, and knew we had made the right roadfood choice.
(I also have a hunch the kitchen serves buttermilk because they use it to brine the chicken.)
Very tempted by the bread pudding dessert of the day, we drove away quickly, towards thunderstorms and the the Atlanta airport to pick up a mystery guest.
At my parents’ house that night, I tried to convince my grandfather (who can walk it out) to demonstrate his new tai chi skills.
He declined—graciously, of course—and we laughed that night as we recounted adventures from the trip so far…
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Posted by Kristen Taylor on Monday, August 30th, 2010, 7:36 am * Filed in Food, Travel. * . Follow responses through the RSS 2.0 feed. Leave a response, or trackback from your own site.
August 30th, 2010 at 2:03 pm
The thought of good, buttermilk fried chicken and corn muffins is making my mouth water right now. I am just imagining the crispy goodness… Mmmm.
August 31st, 2010 at 12:37 pm
Mica, it was the goodness. Alabama does that part exceedingly well. I’m craving the chicken so much I may make some this weekend—come visit?
August 31st, 2010 at 8:02 pm
Is it possible to fall a bit in love with an individual upon the mere glimpse of their photo on the interwebs? I hope so, for I fear I’m quite enamored of your grandfather and his glowing joy. Perhaps a trip to Atlanta is in order, or (I’m going to be slightly conniving here) a kthread family trip to Maine?
August 31st, 2010 at 8:40 pm
Keryn, it is both probably and possible. My grandfather jitterbugs his way into everyone’s heart (and he’ll adore you!) :) And, my friend, what a very good idea a family trip to Maine is…