Back when I was a kid, there was a delivery-and-take-out place in San Francisco called “Chicken Delight.”  Their slogan was “Don’t cook tonight, call Chicken Delight.”  It was just a few blocks from outr home, and although my parents rarely (and I do mean rarely) bought take-out or delivery, I still remember their fried chicken.  It was pretty good stuff from a kid’s point of view.

That little story has absolutely nothing to do with tonight’s dinner, except the name.  The long-gone Chicken Delight had a menu similar to The Colonel’s back when The Colonel was still running the show and definitely didn’t have a breaded breast fillet with homemade pasta sauce and cheese.  Or ziti with garlic butter.  Or fresh broccoli.

I’d love to taste a bit of Chicken Delight today to see if it really was as good as my childhood tastebuds remember.  I have a feeling, though, that I’d change my mond…