Based on the foods Dad enjoyed, he was a true southern man. Fried anything was OK with him, throw in some fresh vegetables, cornbread, and something super sweet, and he was satisfied. But it's interesting and honestly, funny to me, that as his life skills declined from that of a mature, able man to a young child, so did his eating preferences. He lost interest in most foods, the meats and vegetables that he had always enjoyed, and found comfort in chicken tenders, french fries, mac-n-cheese, mashed potatoes, and of course, anything sweet. His eating preferences mimicked children.
Fortunately, he did enjoy soups, chicken-n-dumplings, and chicken and rice late in life, so we occasionally had other options to offer, but when all else failed, Wendy's chicken nuggets, Arby's curly fries, and a cookie made him happy. I occasionally joked that he could have been a national spokesman for Wendys, based on the number of nuggets he ate; sorta like this generation's "where's the beef?" Clara.
His favorite meal became the Wendy's 4 for 4. If he and I were still "pal"-ing around, he would probably have it two or three times this week. Good times!
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