This was the first Christmas I could remember where I wasn’t getting paid to cook for someone else. I didn’t know what to do with myself. The original idea was to let someone else cook for me like I did on Thanksgiving, but after a little research, seemed as though the only options in town were Jewish deli’s and hotel restaurants. That sounded depressing, so I rushed off to the grocery store on Christmas Eve right before they were closing. Chicken was being slashed right before my eyes to prices I couldn’t believe.
Click on those pictures (I bet you have never got such a deal). Sure it was the last day of sell by date, but they were completely fine. I soaked the pieces in buttermilk and fried them up in true southern style for lunch, and I made a dish with mushrooms, tomatoes, and spinach with the breasts for dinner. Not a traditional meal by any means, but we were all cool with it. Right after I picked up my chicken, a lady call over the speaker that all bakery items on the front table were now 50 cents. Before I knew it I was loading up on Christmas cupcakes (50 cents for a dozen). Good stuff, these days I’m all about the sale. Butternut wanted to help in the kitchen, which was fine with me, but we had to outfit her with a hair net for safety’s sake.