It was a sunny, yet brisk Thursday afternoon. We hadn’t had high roasted chicken in quite some time, my mind turned towards gravy. Chicken fat, translucent minced shallot, flour, broffs & a dollup of creme fraiche. Oh yeah baby, chicken and gravy for dinner!
After hairs cut, off to El Cerrito Natural for some Rocky Jr. feel good chicken bodies. Tiny E wanted to come in too, he’s a come-with kinda boy. At the meat counter he asked what was for dinner, roasted chicken of course. “Oh Papa, can’t we have delicious pork chops instead?” Even at $10.50 a pound, I conceded.
Tell me why my heart sank when I saw these chops in the butcher’s case?