Back in the fifties we did a lot of camping out in the ol' Higgins tent trailer. This mode of camping is aptly named (for us, anyway) because it fits right between our tenting days and our trailering days. We camped in the state parks around Minnesota but also did some long distance traveling with the station wagon pulling the tent trailer. We traveled east to the nation's capitol and then went south through Virginia and into Tennessee and Kentucky. There were no modern interstates then. We drove on state highways and county roads. Every night we slept in the Higgins and every day we went sightseeing and had our share of fun. I will never forget a request my mother made while we were in Kentucky. She had heard about this restaurant that served a special fried chicken and she really wanted to try it. Let's say, she was determined to try it. My Dad obliged and located the restaurant. He bought a sizable quantity of chicken for us to eat for supper. Boy, were we happy. The spices, the coating, the tender meat...oh, yes! And the biscuits...oh my word. Just heavenly. Fast forward thirty years or so. I was living in Vicksburg. Whenever I treated my family to this special chicken, I always brought home an extra order of biscuits. My oldest son couldn't get enough of them. Buttery tops and goodness within!! Lick your fingers. It's all good. Thanks Mom for pointing us in the right direction. The quest rolls on.
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