Thursday, February 11, 2010
Ode to the chicken patty.
When I was in college, my dorm cafeteria served chicken patty sandwiches on Fridays for dinner. My roommate and I would always "sneak" a couple out of the cafeteria. I say "sneak" because we were not supposed to take food from the cafeteria. I seriously doubt, though, any of the cafeteria employees were so into their career that they would have tackled us to the ground to protect a chicken patty sandwich (or two or three...) from being smuggled from the cafeteria and into a dorm room refrigerator. And we thought we were SO SMART getting away with it. I am guessing those employees knew all along and didn't give a rat's ass.
Why did we sneak chicken patty sandwiches? Well, they were one of our favorite "meals" in the cafeteria. Plus, we could keep them in our little fridge for the weekend when for when we either A) slept through lunch or B) missed lunch because we were just getting in from our walk of shame that inevitably took place on some Saturday mornings. (I will say, though, we both had boyfriends, so it may not really have qualified as the walk of shame. At least not our Freshmen year.)
Beyond that, I am not sure what our love affair with those processed, pressed, fried frisbees of "chicken" meat were. Maybe it's just that the other cafeteria food was so bad.
Fast forward to 2010, and I still love chicken patty sandwiches. So delicicious with some mayo, swiss cheese, lettuce and pickles. Add some tator tots and I have the perfect lunch. My kids like them, too. Big surprise there. They like any piece of breaded chicken that has been processed, pressed and fried. That really should be my first clue that this is A) not grown up food and B) is not good for me. But I really don't care. They ARE yummy and I just can't have a chicken patty lunch without smiling and thinking about my fun college dorm days.