My mother’s favorite piece of fried chicken was the back.
Doesn’t seem that of all the juicier and more meaty pieces of chicken that she would prefer, no love, the chicken back. Even better if the back was a bit burned on the edge.
As a child I was more particular about my food, to the point that if the icing slid off my slice of chocolate cake, I would have to cry about it. And don’t dare ask me to share.
When I became a wife and mother of two girls, it became clear to me why mothers love chicken backs. We love our children and always want them to have the best that is available.
Here’s another thing about mothers and martyrdom. So you’re eating Sunday dinner, if a favorite food is finished on a family member’s plate and she still has that item on her plate, it’s amazing, isn’t it, that a mother is suddenly full and ready to offer up the food on her plate.
“Oh, I’m full, baby,” is what she’ll say.
Going for a ride with your friends to get ice cream, who elects to stay behind if there is not enough room in the car? You guessed it – Mom.
Sainthood for Moms anybody?
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