When I was growing up, if we were dressed in church clothes, we'd eat it at the country club; if not, we'd stand in line at KFC and take home a bucket from the Colonel
Wow! My childhood in print!
1 posted on
05/24/2002 5:22:07 PM PDT by
Pokey78
To: Pokey78
Dang it, now I'm hungry........
2 posted on
05/24/2002 5:27:36 PM PDT by
El Sordo
To: Pokey78
One wonders just how "southern" can a writer for the NYT can be? Particulary one who dined regularly at the Country Club and his family had a cook? Most "southerners" wouldn't have anything to do with NYC, let alone the NYT, never dined at the CC on a Sunday (they don't show have NASCAR on the TV in the bar) and Momma did the cooking.
To: Pokey78
God bless fried chicken.
4 posted on
05/24/2002 5:39:27 PM PDT by
riley1992
To: Pokey78
I should add, though, that KFC is not an edible substitute for the real thing. That stuff is just plain gross.
5 posted on
05/24/2002 5:44:17 PM PDT by
riley1992
To: Pokey78
Damm I miss my mom's fried chicken but she fried it in a big old cast-iron Dutch oven and alway made milk gravy and mash potatos.
I can still hear her yelling at me for always snaking some of the dripping and crispy bits from the bottom of the pan before she could make the gravy
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