Battle of the Batter

My twins are home for a few days this summer before returning to their freedom-riddled-no parents around to meddle-no one to harass me undergraduate summer lives. I do enjoy these visits. Key word: visits. The morphing that happens while your kids are away at school is a whole other topic. 😳 But I digress.... I promised them a Saturday brunch. On the menu: chicken and waffles. Here’s where the battle begins. My husband has found a hole in the wall establishment (literally y’all - it’s inside of a gas station) that makes these chicken tenders he has fallen head over heels for. I think his entire meal complete with a side and drink is $4. That’s how you know it’s good and I don’t mean that facetiously. So he made sure to get me more seasoning to prepare the chicken for today’s brunch. I’m in the process of seasoning my batter. He reminds me of the additional options I have for seasoning the meat. I hope we make it through this process. If this meat isn’t seasoned just right, I will have to surrender this high role. I JUST made it to the most high ranks of preparing the potato salad for large family functions and anybody southern who knows anything about anything knows that doesn’t happen over night. It takes years - and flapping arms to get to that high ranking status!