To reiterate the story about how this post came to be, during our last trip to the grocery store on Saturday, my son was upset because I wouldn’t buy the one brand of flavourless frozen slabs of “chicken fingers” that’s safe for him to eat (I get that they’re “all natural,” with clearly readable ingredients, and I appreciate that, but dang, y’all. You could at least season them).

I don’t know how to describe their flavour, but it’s somewhere between cardboard and the tears of broken dreams. Needless to say I hated paying like $1 per chicken finger, cause there weren’t many in that $11.99 box.

Anyway, I told my son I would make him some. My son has always been one of the first people out there to tell me that he thinks I’m an amazing superwoman who can make anything(Ferrero Canada, I would totally appreciate any insight you have to give on making a dairy-free/nut free Kinder Egg, which is still on his “Mommy-make-list,” by the way). I don’t know whether he truly in doubt or was just laying on the cussedness cause I told him no, but he insisted that I couldn’t make chicken fingers and actually bet his entire piggy bank against me.

Honey, mommy grew up in the Southern U.S. Knowing how to make fried chicken and all its subsidiaries, like chicken fingers, is practically the law. In other words… 

Challenge Accepted Meme

 

Find the recipe over at FoodRetro.com!

Author

Anne usually speaks in memes and SAT words, and she frequently attempts to explain the laws of physics and high school chemistry according to the kitchen via her home blog FoodRetro. If you want to know why ice melts or pretzels turn brown, and you want to make food that you never imagined could be made from scratch in the process, she's your blogger. Her friends describe her as "hilarious when you get to know her," but it could be that they are just amused by the way she gets riled up when reading the paper. She can also be found playing the part of community editor and grammar nazi here on BLUNTmoms.

Write A Comment

Pin It