When I used to drive from Houma to San
Antonio, I'd love to stop by Wal-Marts to buy Magic cards, diet coke,
and turkey sandwiches. I don't have much nice to say about Wal-Marts,
but their turkey-sandwiches are indelibly linked with those nine-hour
drives.
When I was a kid, the four-hour drive
we took between parents for every other holiday were linked with
fried chicken gizzards. The drive from the Lafayette McDonald's to my
dad's house in Houma is nothing but a straight drive through cane
fields. I'm not sure what it was like to drive a car full of kids
across it for two hours, but the chicken gizzards probably helped.
Whenever I drove a friend from his
place in Houston to my dad's place in Houma for Christmas in 2012, we
stopped by a little place in Lafayette for fried chicken gizzards.
He hated them.
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