Quality control lost its feathers.

Chicken prepared out of compliance.

I asked for the original Kentucky Fried Chicken.  What I got was Kentucky Fried Crud.  Something like summer camp chicken on a stick.  Not anything like the original baked chicken prepared with “Eleven secret herbs and spices” as advertised in the 1960s.  None the less, KFC has certainly refined its marketing strategy and knows how to sell “chicken.”  All the while they forgot how to serve up the original tasty Colonel Sanders famous recipe chicken.  This is to not mention the lame school cafeteria-style mashed potatoes and something like a canned biscuit now served with the so-called ‘Original KFC.  KFC just like other corporations back in it’s time started up with a reasonable product but, quickly figured out how to just sell something representing fried whatever.  Never mind serving up something really tasty.  Colonel Sanders must be revolving in his tomb with great anguish.  Now I know why the chicken crossed the road.  To get to Chick-Fil-A.

No girly politics for me.

But I liked Senator Warren.
My wife said she was a really cool dresser. Hip but not flashy. Some said she had a very good campaign organization. Smart and young. Then some said but she is a woman. Plus she knows way too much. Then some said she is not a Republican. No self-respecting conservative would ever vote for a woman. What would her husband think? She would have to submit to her husband’s politics. Just couldn’t work.

They were like a family pet but laid eggs.

We had a backyard full of chickens.  Dozens and dozens of hens and a few roosters.  All behind

our little adobe house in East Los Angeles.  It’s what Okies did in the big city 1952.  So we had eggs.  So we had fried chicken after church on Sunday.  The main beneficiaries from chicken droppings were the three peach trees in the same yard.  If you know what I mean.  Huge sweet and juicy California peaches.  Well fertilized.

This Okie enterprise only lasted for about a year or two.  But, living in an urban residential neighborhood, the rooster crowing and chicken smell must have gotten to one of our neighbors.  We got a call from the county health authorities and instructed us to cease and desist.  So we had to sell off some of our livestock and eat the rest.  One dispatched and rendered chicken was my youngest sister’s favorite pet rooster.  On one Sunday when eating a plate full of fried chicken, it was revealed to my sister what we were eating was indeed her favorite poultry pal.  Upon that discovery she immediately broke down in tears.  Certainly understandably so.  None the less it was completely eaten.  I love my mom’s fried chicken. 

Who needs an ordinary Taco Truck?

So here is my idea for a food truck.

Make it local.  Make it Oklahoma.  Historical recipes taken from my southern Plaines ancestors.  Recipes handed down from generation to generation.

It would be called “The Big Bean Boy.”  Fresh ingredients grown local.  Brown beans, onions, garlic, chicken broth, buttermilk, and cornmeal.  A food truck for “Beans and cornbread.”  An Okies delight.  Served with plenty of bean toppings.  Chopped onions, chopped jalapeno pepper, shredded cheddar cheese, sour cream, and salsa or BBQ sauce.  Served with a variety of plain or spicy cornbreads along with the best processed margarines.  Washed down with very sweet fresh brewed ice tea.  Again, The Big Bean Boy” food truck.  Found only in Wal-mart parking lots and parking lots at your nearest thrift store.  Only in Oklahoma.  Ask about our crumbled cornbread in buttermilk drink.

My Food truck idea.

So here is my idea for a food truck.

Make it local.  Make it Oklahoma.  Historical recipes taken from my southern Plaines ancestors.  Recipes handed down generation to generation.

It would be called “The Big Bean Boy.”  Fresh ingredients grown local.  Brown beans, onions, garlic, chicken broth, buttermilk, and cornmeal.  A food truck for “Beans and cornbread.”  Served with plenty of bean toppings.  Chopped onions, chopped jalapeno pepper, shredded cheddar cheese, sour cream, and salsa or BBQ sauce.  Served with a variety of plain or spicy cornbreads along with the best processed margarines.  Washed down with very sweet ice tea.  An Okie’s delight.  Again, The Big Bean Boy” food truck.  Found only in Wal-mart parking lots and parking lots at your nearest thrift store.  Only in Oklahoma.  Larrupingness on wheels.  So there, you Asian taco truckers.  Stick that up your west coast waazoo.