Food Truckin'? Our first inklings...

"You and I NEED to open a fried chicken food truck...", I said, bursting through the door.

"Wait. WHAT??", was all Kathryn managed to get out as she rose from her chair.

"... It's the only solution!", I concluded, plopping down the bag of cold burritos and soggy tortilla chips that had ended up as our sad second choice for lunch.

That's how our big food truck adventure began. 

Here's how it all came about...

I make fairly regular trips to Phoenix for supplies. It's about a four-hour drive each way so, if I want to do it in one day, I need to start early. This trip, I also had to drop off some goat kids at the airport for flights to their new homes, so I left the Ranch at 2am to get them all checked in on time.

I was at Restaurant Depot when they opened at 7 and my shopping there took an hour, then another hour between Sam's club and a few other stops. By 9am, I was ready for lunch (I'd already put in a 7-hour day) and to head up the mountain back home. 

So. What's it gonna be for lunch?? 

I wanted something that I could also bring back to the Ranch for Kathryn, so I called her. 

"Fried chicken!" she said. 

"Perfect." I agreed

Perfect, except, have you ever tried to find fried chicken at 9 o'clock in the morning? None of our favorites in the area opened until 11.

No worries. I would pass through Payson around 11 am and knew there was a KFC there that should be open.  But, when I got there, the KFC was gone and there was a donut shop in its place!!  Noooo!  

So I called Kathryn again and told her of my mission failure. "No problem", she says. "I'll find you a fried chicken place somewhere along the way and call you right back".

A few minutes later, she called with the bad news... she had struck out too. Nothing between there and home.  BUT, if I wanted, I could take a one-hour detour to either Show Low for KFC or Holbrook, where there was a Popeye's at a truck stop. I like Popeye's, but not that much.

Seriously?? There were no fried chicken shops from Phoenix to Snowflake?  Sad, but true.

Central AZ: A Fried Chicken Culinary Wasteland

The situation was unacceptable! And I was suddenly on a mission to fix it. Thinking about this huge injustice (and market opportunity) as I drove the last 2 hours home, I decided that we should do something about it. I make some damned fine fried chicken.  Why don't WE start a fried chicken restaurant? The more I thought about it, the more I felt inspired to do this.  

But where?  I decided that there just wasn't one ideal location for it. Most spots would be good at certain times of the year but not at others. Solution: A MOBILE fried chicken restaurant!

Our next adventure? What do you think?

That's the answer then. We needed to open a fried chicken FOOD TRUCK! 

And that's exactly what I said to Kathryn as I came through the door at home.

"Wait. WHAT??..."

The adventure begins!