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the only good thing I can remember about Easter Sunday was the fried chicken, mashed potatoes and milk gravy at my aunts house.
ReplyDeleteNo body cooks chicken in bacon grease any more: it wasn't dipped in batter - just rolled in flower and fried until the skin was crispy.
the Ol'Buzzard
that is how chicken is supposed to be fried
ReplyDeleteI never liked Woodstock (the bird).
ReplyDeleteOh no! Poor Woodstock, LOL!
ReplyDeleteI just flew back from Manitoba and man, are my arms tired. An oldie but a goodie!
It might be bad for you fried that way... but does it ever taste good!!
ReplyDeletePlease let me know if anyone ever finds Woodstock... maybe bones in Snoopy's pie patties...