So it is the last day in November, and I have only written 18 posts, counting this one. For those of you paying attention, I was attempting to follow the spirit of NaBloPoMo and write a blog entry per day.
I did not.
The bright side is that, if you scroll through my archives, I have written more posts this month than I have in the history of this blog. I call that a victory.
Thanks to my husband's cousin Sherri Porter, who actually got HER husband Denny to turn the car around so she could get a photo of this sign on the way to the White Mountains in New Hampshire. It turns out the High Tide Cafe's seafood chicken is so good, she says, they stopped to eat there on the way back. We're going nationwide, baby!
I'm a writer and editor born and raised in Tennessee. I'm a married mom of three boys: 14-year-old twins and a 7-year-old. Why "Seafood Chicken"? When I was three, my parents took me to the Gulf Coast to visit my grandparents. On the way to dinner our first night there, everyone talked so much about eating some good seafood that I decided I wanted some seafood, too. My wise mother knew I was too picky to eat fish, so she suggested I have some "seafood chicken," which I enjoyed without ever knowing it was just fried chicken. That was my first experience with successful parenting through propaganda.