Chicken Fried Steak
"The fat looks good on you." That's how my plumber greeted me when I met him at my front door this morning. I thought I'd dropped weight in the year since I'd seen the guy, but apparently I'm delusional. I prefer to think of myself as "Kansas City skinny". Meals like this chicken fried steak at Woodswether's Cafe don't help. I'm sure my choice of beverages has nothing to do with it.