I had an idea. Well... to tell the truth it was the continuation of someone else's idea. Brother Phillip sent me a link to a clip about a guy that decided one day to chicken fry some thick sliced bacon.

I know, I know, it sounds weird. I thought so too at first. Then I watched the video for the fourth time. Somewhere in there it started speaking to the Randy of my youth. The Randy that sat with his grand father every morning and ate three fried eggs. Not just any fried eggs. Let me tell you the breakfast story. Please remember that this story was repeated EVERY morning at Grandma and Grandpa Warrens house, company or not....

Breakfast was the big meal of the day.

Grandma is up a 5:00 am frying up a pound and a half of bacon. When the bacon is fried, it is placed   onto a platter. ( It was a Shawnee Corn King platter that looked like a giant ear of corn). Then Grandma would fry the eggs in the hot bacon grease. After the frying of the eggs, they were placed on another platter that was placed in the warm oven. The oven was warm because Grandma had pulled out a sheet of instant biscuits. I never did understand why she didn't make biscuits from scratch. I think it was because it didn't fit into the timing of the meal.

Eggs in the warm oven, bacon in the warm oven. Grandma would then mix up some home made gravy. She would combine some of the bacon grease with a stick of butter and flour to make a rue. Then she would add real milk. Do they still sell real milk... you know.... the kind that  would say 100% milk on the label.....

She would call everyone to the table and she would begin passing the food around. Three eggs, about a third of a pound of bacon, and biscuits and gravy for each person. When our plates were clean, Grandpa and I would "sop" up the remaining grease in the crevices of that giant corn platter with biscuit halves. When that was done, grandpa and I would each have a bowl of Nabisco Shredded Wheat with milk and a little salt.

He worked  hard all day at Shell Oil Company out in the oil and gas fields, or on broken engines at the plant, and I played hard all day in the barns and out in the fields. We both had a small sandwich for lunch, he from his lunch box while sitting on the tailgate of his pickup and me under a tree while grandma worked in her flowers. Then  about 6:00, we would all sit down to a light supper when grandpa got home from work.

I miss big breakfasts early in the morning with my grandpa.

So anyway.... I watch this guy chicken fry a thick slice of bacon and I think to myself... what we need here is a dipping sauce.....

After much thought, I have decided on three parts peanut butter, two parts grape jelly, and one part roasted habanero pepper (Seeded of course.... I'm not nuts) .  Oh.... and maybe a little Cajun Spice in the chicken fry batter.....

Now if only I knew a guy with a restaurant, a deep fryer  and the guts to mix the sauce up......

I wish I could have a big ole basket full with my grandpa.