There are holidays that many observe.
And, then there are others that many in the world don’t even know about.
Such describes a holiday that
I’ve known my whole life.
Last night I celebrated a day that my family observes every year ~
The Manchester Chicken Broil!
It’s always the third Thursday in July.
We meet at my Grandma and Grandpa’s house.
A couple of the guys in the family will head to the fairgrounds down the street with a wagon.
There, they’ll get boxed chicken dinners for everyone.
It’s a family tradition!
In a small, farm town of about 3000, it’s amazing to me that they serve
about 15,000 dinners and have over 500 volunteers! The village where
I grew up is so cute and filled with many wonderful memories and I adore
making the 45 minute drive out of the city to get there.
And, they make the best german cole slaw ~ just ask my cousin Chase!
The meals come with radishes. I don’t think I’ve ever seen any of my family eat them.
Maybe my cousin Jake once?
We all shower Grandpa with them ~
The ones he’s holding up there
are from 3 meals alone.
I think he’ll have enough for weeks!