Chicken is diverse. Over the years it’s been consumed in many forms. No form has been more popular than the chicken nugget. When it was introduced back in the day, minds were blown. The little deep fried dynamos were golden, dip-able, fun morsels of chickeny goodness.
Since the nugget, big companies like Tyson have found new ways to shape the processed meat. When people stopped letting their minds be blown and actually realized what nuggets were made of- they had to adjust. That led to the birth of nuggets shaped like stars, dinosaurs and a bevy of cartoon characters.
They seasoned them differently, they added new and exotic sauces, they injected them with cheese- it was chicken mayhem.
Popcorn chicken came along and changed the game. It was actual chicken breast, so that was predictable result. The shape shifting processed meat department needed to come up with something new. They were stumped.
Chicken balls? Chicken saucers? Chicken blimps? Chicken cars? Chicken hand gestures? (The middle finger nugget was controversial) Chicken spirals? Chicken nuggets shaped like chickens? None of them could compete.
Then one day- some average guy, probably named Bob Shitsky from some podunk town in Iowa, had an epiphany. CHICKEN FRIES. Nuggets shaped like french fries. GENIUS!
Years later, (last night) all of Bob Shitsky’s ingenuity came full circle.
It is said that one great idea begets another.
After pulling a pile of chicken fries from the oven and letting them cool, I dumped them on my plate. I was in the middle of writing, so I carried them to my basement desk.
Preoccupied with my craft, I let the chicken fries sit for slightly too long. By the time I picked one up to eat it, it was cold and unenjoyable. I could’ve reheated them. I could’ve thrown them in the trash. I did neither.
I instead, decided begin the construction of Ft. Chicken Fry. That’s right. A fort. On my plate. Made of chicken fries. Juvenile, yes- but the result was amazing. I imagined that Ft. Chicken Fry was constructed by the Chicken Nibblets. The Nibblets, of course, needed protection from evil Dr. Cluckenstein.
Ft. Chicken Fry was majestic. It was chicken fry architecture that Bob Shitsky would’ve shed a tear over. I wanted to take a picture, but evil Dr. Cluckenstein (my mouth) eventually took the fort by force.
What does all this mean? Well, frankly the Nibblets and Dr. Cluckenstein aren’t the story here. The story is the stream of ideas I had while constructing the impenetrable Ft. Chicken Fry.
The chicken fort led to an epiphany of my own. It helped me solve a long standing issue that I’ve had with one of my projects. I will not disclose exactly what or which one, but I can tell you that the childish chicken fort was exactly what I needed. When the project is finished, I will let you know how this fort helped.
The simplest things can rejuvenate you and infuse you with what’s really important. I was reminded that when you take life too seriously, you don’t accomplish much. When you have fun and let your imagination be free, anything is possible. Sometimes you just have to slow down to realize it. Sure, that’s basic and cliché, but it’s oh so true.
Thanks Bob Shitsky.
(And when you started reading, you thought I was just going to blog about metamorphosis of the chicken nugget. C’mon, that would’ve just been ridiculous.)