My home state is celebrating the centennial of statehood, and hence, we are celebrating All Things Oklahoma.
I may be a middle-aged fat lady on statins, but I still loves me that chicken-fried steak. This place supposedly has some of the best. Once a year or so I allow myself to luxuriate in the crispy, salty goodness, covered with the cream gravy. MMMMMM-MM! Then you must have the real mashed taters and the black-eyed peas and the fried okra, or perhaps the chopped greens. Lawdamercy!
Let us bow our heads in thanks for the wonders of round steak. Pummel it, dip it in batter, and it's heavenly. But cut it into strips with some scissors, coat it in a mixture of flour, paprika, pepper, and garlic salt, (in a bread bag) and then pan fry it -- then it enters the realm of ambrosia. This is my very favorite meal my momma used to make-- YUM.
It's amazing we haven't all had to had shunts installed in every artery we've got, but we of the Clan Cornelius are remarkably untouched by this yummy excess. When I think of scraping up the crispings from grilling a round steak with a piece of bread-- especially the heel-- and then wolfing that down, I almost faint from hunger.
Okie food! God bless it!
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