Monday, November 21, 2011

Sunday Supper

I am not one to gush about my personal life on the internet but if you will indulge a little gushing just this once, I promise it won't happen again. My birthday falls at the end of November and over the past few years holiday travel and final exam schedules have conspired to keep me from having a real celebration. I am not a huge birthday person so this has never particularly bothered me, although I will admit to feeling just a tinge sorry for myself on occasion. Anticipating this, my boyfriend Matt arranged a semi-surprise early birthday party for me yesterday at Nana in Bridgeport.* After going to brunch there with my friend Amanda a couple months ago, I had mentioned to him that I was dying to try their weekly fried chicken supper. A fried chicken supper is not exactly the first thing comes to mind when planning a surprise party, but it is exactly what I wanted. The fact that Matt knew that and that my friends were nice enough to make it happen has me feeling downright mooshy inside.

Okay. Yuck. Enough with that! Let's get to the important stuff, namely, the menu:

Deviled Eggs with Maple-Glazed Bacon
Pepper Basil
Buttermilk Biscuits with Duck Fat Gravy
Gunthorp Farms Fried Chicken
Jalapeno Slaw
Creamy Mac and Cheese
Seasonal Vegetable (this week was Purple Cauliflower)
Choice of Dessert (Sweet Potato Pie with Marshmallows or Carrot Cake Doughnuts with Cream Cheese Frosting or Cranberry Scone)

Needless to say, everything was amazing.

I mean, the cream cheese frosting was IN the doughnut holes!

So, in conclusion, if you find yourself hungry on a Sunday afternoon, get thee to Nana for the best meal $22 can buy.

*I say "semi" because he wound up confessing the day of!
**In writing this post I realized that in fact, I celebrated the majority of my birthdays growing up eating fried chicken at the Indianapolis institution Hollyhock Hill. I mean, I knew I liked fried chicken- who doesn't- but clearly this goes beyond a normal level of appreciation.

1 comment:

  1. I was gonna say Sarge, nothing tops Hollyhock Hill. And you have had a bizarre amount of fried chicken on your birthdays....