The hardest part of disciplining yourself food wise is to resist your instincts. As a creature of habit who consumes mass amounts of Carbs and grains I had to go out and buy all new stuff. I had to throw away stuff I hadn’t planned to not consume for 3 weeks, because I KNEW that I would rationalize it into my belly on some “don’t waste it” steez.
Due to cash flow concerns I am literally buying food day by day, which means I am in the grocery store daily.
Not a good look.
But yesterday went well. I am already hungry and my body is Hunting for PastryMuffinDonutish goodness. *grabs water*
Day One, Meal One
Turkey on Whole Wheat Bread with Honey Dijon Mustard ( It cannot be a naughty spread with 10 Calories, can it?)
Oikos Black Cherry Greek Yogurt
20 oz Water.
Day One Meal Two
Meatball Hoagie on Marinara (Foot Long)
8 oz Juice
20 Oz Water
18 oz Fruit Salad
32 Oz Water
At This very moment I am Simply Obliterating This #4 Single Baconator Medium combo with Natural Lemonade and a Big Al’s Fudge Cake White Chocolate Sauce.
I begin the 21 Day Junk Food Challenge. Not so much because Junk Food is Bad, but because I need change in my life. I need to be the change I want to see.
I am working harder, and longer and I am less and less able to stay on task with my other activities. Unless it is my job, staying on task has never been more difficult for me than it is right now.
After initially Swearing off the 21 Day Junk food Challenge I have decided to Throw my hat in the ring and get with the program .
Additionally I shall be Blogging EVERYTHING I eat throughout the 21 days of No Junk food.
No Junk Food:
No Biscuits or Cookies
No Cakes Donuts or Muffins
No White Bread
No Fast Food
No Nutella, Peanut Butter or other naughty spread
No Ice Cream
But first: *Clicks Publish and returns to his culinary debauchery*
So, I was getting my Google Reader on and reading my new addition, Stuffblackpeoplelove.com when I came across a lament that the author was afraid to discuss things that Black people love that would be classified as stereotypical.
Well, Guess what.
I LOVE FRIED CHICKEN.
I wouldn’t marry a woman who was incapable of frying chicken. I believe, history of hypertension in my family notwithstanding, that chicken was MEANT to be fried.
With the skin on.
I remember my mother washing the chicken off, burning the hairs(?) off of the chicken wings using the bare gas burner and then soaking it in Cold Salt Water in a green Tupperware bowl.
Was it complicated? No.
Was it EASY? Hecky Naw.
If the oil is too hot, then the outside will cook too fast and the inside won’t be cooked all the way through (and you KNOW we cannot have that)
Now, am I advocating the wholesale frying of every meal? Certainly not.
I am merely acknowledging that I was born and raised on Fried Chicken.
2-3 days a week, My mother pulled out X pieces of Chicken (usually enough to feed us for two days) . There were days where we had fried chicken everyday for a week with a menagerie of starches and sides.
Occasionally the chicken would get baked or barbecued, but mostly, it got fried.
Just sitting here typing this makes me nostalgic for the smell of Chicken.
And it wasn’t just at home.
Many a gleaming church structure was built on the backs of stout Black Women and their yardbird.
Many a College Education was paid for by scholarship dinners that featured the finest in Fried Chicken.
Many a long road trip South (or North) was made affordable by Tupperware bowls full of fried chicken in a cooler to avoid stops to eat on the way.
Going to the Drive-In? Fried Chicken?
AM Munchies after a long night at the club? Cold Fried Chicken?
Cold Fried Chicken makes Cold Pizza simply unacceptable.
Oh, and DO.NOT.REHEAT.FRIED CHICKEN.IN.THE.MICROWAVE.
It is a vital part of my personal Culture and I am NOT Ashamed.
I love chicken, but this shit here is uncalled for. Stop that right now.
Now playing: Who Stole My Last Piece of Chicken (Remix) – Organized Konfusion