I had pulled the tomato vines, and last evening Beautiful worked her kitchen magic. She prepared the skillets and the oil, sliced and diced the tomatoes, some sweet onions, and a few mushrooms. The egg-and-cornmeal breading coated these and they went into a skillet. Lovely strips of chicken breast fried in the other pan.
Presently this was all on a platter, and we were at table ready to dig in! I took the biscuits from the oven, and the feast was on. If you should wonder why there is no photo of such a repast, I can only say at such a time "camera" is not one of the things one is thinking about!