This chicken was part of my childhood (ok not this one in particular, but you know what I mean).
It is the reason why I actually liked getting sick as a kid because it would mean my mother would buy me the fried chicken above, since that’s all I would actually eat (twisted huh?).
It is the one responsible for my first indigestion as a child. Who could say no to this fried chicken, even after having had dinner?
It can only be found in “La Posada”, a restaurant two blocks south from my house in Matagalpa, Nicaragua.
I have had better chicken meals through the years, but this dry, bony fried chicken from “La Posada” is always delicious to me.
It is part of my childhood.
Fried chicken, I dedicate this to thee.
What is patriotism but the love of the food one ate as a child? ~Lin Yutang