Stuff Happens

I shouldn't have been surprised that the unexpected happened two days in a row. After all, there's no reason my personal life shouldn't mirror the current state of the stock market.

At 6:00 pm, just as I was getting ready to start dinner, my teenage son limped in the door. "I broke my big toe and need to go to the emergency room." We've been through this drill before, so I quickly put the food back into the refrigerator and grabbed my car keys. Approximately 3 hours later (it was a slow night in the ER) he was the proud owner of a new walking cast and famished.

I wish I could say we headed straight home, where I effortlessly whipped up a meal capable of satisfying his appetite in less than 15 minutes. No, his comfort food of choice was KFC, and at 9:30, who was I to argue?

I don't claim to be the world's most discerning diner, so perhaps it's not shocking that at times I find a bucket from the colonel "finger lickin' good." It certainly excels at delivering salty fat when that's what your body is craving. Nor will I ever vote for KFC as the best fried chicken. However, there is a time and place for everything, and last night the colonel was a life saver.