Last year I found myself highly attracted to and often enjoying turkey burgers. As I have a beef allergy regular burgers were a no-go, and the food I found myself gravitating to especially heavily this year is also poultry-related. The food I am going to talk about is one I feel sometimes gets a bad rap, making it deserving of my defense. I am referring to that delightful dish known as chicken fingers.
I think the folk who claim chicken fingers belong on the kiddie-menu mistake certain things for being childish. Just because you can eat chicken fingers without utensils that doesn't mean they are meant for babies, they are just perfect for people who want to forget about cleaning a bunch of silverware or are perhaps juggling multiple items at a sporting event, restaurant, or wherever the chicken fingers are had. The ease of eating chicken fingers is so superb it deserves a public service announcement--something along the lines of a guy sitting down and going, "Oh no, all my silverware is dirty," followed by me bursting into the room as if I were a less-obese Kool-Aid man and yelling, "It's all good muthafucka, I brought chicken fingers!" Then one of those, "The more you know" stars fly by on the screen.
|Aw yeah, that's the stuff.|