Tuesday, February 12
A Little Knowledge
I had a craving for fried chicken last week. Jb makes excellent fried chicken but the turkey cooker oil needs to be removed and replaced so I was thinking KFC. Quick and easy.
When my Jessica was a small child, she always called it "chicken right." That's primarily because of their advertising campaign that always boasted "We do chicken right."
I think it was last Sunday when I was on a birdseed, dogfood and catfood run, that I slid into the drive through and placed my order for an 8-piece bucket with 2 sides. I was thinking--if I time it right-- my arrival with a bucket of chicken would coincide with Momo and Pop's visit. They never eat at our house. They nibble sometimes--whatever I have cooked during the week that makes for a good nibble.
Well, there was no visit from Momo and Pop as I recall. Jb wasn't too keen on the thought of "chicken right" for dinner, either. He complained of the high fat content--this closet choclolate eater and lover of Shedd Spread on toast.
In an attempt to disprove JB's thought on a bucket of chicken as an invalid meal, I set out to do some internet research for nutritional content.
This is what I found.
After seeing this, I had no appetitite for "chicken right."