Chicken Biscuits

Imagine a soft, buttery biscuit: fresh from the oven. Imagine it evenly covered with the perfect amount of butter: enough to know that there’s no way it can be good for you, but enough that there’s no way you’re going to care. This biscuit, by itself (or with some jelly or jam), would already be one of the best breakfasts you’ve ever had, but then, between the two halves of the biscuit, is the fried chicken that Chick-Fil-A is famous for.

That’s right; I’m talking about a Chick-Fil-A chicken biscuit. The oft-copied, never-duplicated chicken biscuit of legend (well, at least in my head).

For those of you who have indulged in this great morning meal, you know exactly what I’m talking about. For those of you have never tried one, you have my pity: but there is hope. Once located exclusively in the Southeast, Chick-Fil-A has streached across the country to the west coast and is climbing northward.

But this isn’t about CFA, the fast food place; this is about the chicken biscuits.

I work at NAI Earle Furman, LLC, a commercial real estate company (that’s my day job; we’ll talk about my other job later), as support for five real estate brokers, and this week was stressful. Like an intelligent dog, I need to stay busy to be happy; I get just as stressed when I have nothing to do as when I have too much, and this week was bad. With at least two of my brokers out almost every day and not much work coming from the others, I haven’t had a good week.

Today looked as though it would be more of the same, but as I walked into work today and passed the break room (knowing how things work around here), I turned my head to the left. On the table were two CFA bags, and I knew what had to be in them.

Oh yeah; every day is better when it starts with a chicken biscuit.