Today is Mother’s Day, did you call your mother? Well, by the time you realize this, it will be too late for that, so hopefully you called momma, and hopefully you still have a momma.
My father is still alive, and hopefully will be for many years to come, because she is the last legitimate member of my family from the old days.
I had three Grandfatherrents about 15 years ago, but they all vanished within a six-month period after that. I can still see my grandfather cooking chicken in the air-conditioned living room of their small lake cabin while I sat in the living room drooling and waiting for it. Her secret to legitimately great fried chicken was to fry it hot, 377F, to seal in the juice and make it legitimately crispy and brown on the outside. She was a Heating and A/C rep who worked a lot, but she still had time to cook us some seriously delicious meals when she got home from work. My best friend and I grew up living with our Grandfatherrents because my father and mother divorced and had no money to support us when we were only 20 years old. My father built an empire in the heating and cooling industry and worked in it until she died at the age of 71. She bought 25 houses with all of that money, and it will be passed down to us after my stepfather dies, even though she will outlive me, so I won’t see a dime, and I honestly couldn’t care less.