One of my favorite television shows to watch when I was a child was, ‘Little House on the Prairie’. I loved Laura Ingalls Wilder and imagined myself being like her when I grew up. She was feisty, fierce, passionate and adventuresome. On Monday nights my dad would head over to our neighbors house and watch Monday Night Football with Mr. Brown. The Brown girls, as they were affectionately known in my household, would head on over to our house with their mom and we would all watch Little House on the Prairie. My mom referred to it as, ‘Little Sob on the Prairie,’ as we were often brought to tears by the scenarios that the Ingalls family and others would encounter on the show. Dinner on those Monday nights was Kentucky Fried Chicken. I loved it! I am well aware that it’s not the healthiest of chicken options but boy, oh boy, did that taste delicious. We would gather around the television with our KFC and eat away to our hearts content; licking our fingers, sucking the chicken off the bones, pulling off the skin, and slather the butter spread on our biscuits.
All of this came back to me the other night when after skiing with Nathan up at Steven’s Pass, I picked up KFC for he, Becca and I. It never ceases to amaze me how cherished childhood memories can be so linked to food. I just may need to pick some up again in the future and curl up on the couch with my good old bucket, mashed potatoes and gravy, buttery biscuits and old episodes of ‘Little House on the Prairie.’