I am eating homemade fried chicken for breakfast. I don’t recommend this as a habit, but indulgence is a wonderful thing. Often in the quest for that ever more amazing dish I forget there is more to food than eating at places with sommeliers. Not implying a good pairing of wine doesn’t do wonders for food, it’s just that sometimes the comfort food provides is worth more than fancy dress.
Last weekend I found myself on a comfort food quest. Three local greasy spoons in three days. A craving for pie spurred this. Chocolate pie.
You see I am one of…