It’s taken me well into my adult life, but, I can say with confidence that I have finally mastered the perfect fried chicken. This may not seem like such an important thing to some people. However, when you’ve grown up in the shadow of my Granny’s fried chicken, it’s a pretty big milestone.
I won’t divulge the secret yet. I want to savor it awhile and bask in the glow of all the compliments from dinner. Let me just say, it’s extremely simple and I’m amazed I didn’t figure it out before now.
So, right now I’m very full, very satisfied and very happy to have lived up to my southern roots. Tomorrow, I’ll have to go to work and apologize to Fat Chick because we had fried chicken. I’m going to have to think harder next time I choose an alter ego. Having one that is a potential food item makes some conversations a little touchy!