I have a post in my head about how fucked up it is with Iran, and what it will take to sink their Navy, and what will happen if the Middle East goes wonkers anytime soon. How do you defend against Russian Sunburn missiles? But instead, I give you a shot of the fried chicken I made last night. For now, it beats the hell out of talking about the disruption of the flow of oil and how that will effect Western economies. Closing the Strait of Hormuz is a lot worse than my fried chicken. I made some white gravy, some mashed potatoes, some green peas, and a skillet of spoon-bread. Damn good, is all I can say. My Grandmother would be proud of my meal, but not proud of who’s driving our country.
Anyway, here’s the chicken.
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I would like to place an order for one full plate please….. extra gravy!
Hey, you get the Juju Deal. And I’m telling you, the Juju Gravy is all the way downtown.
I can actually smell it from the photo. Mighty good, your list of toothsome tidbits.
I do sho nuff loves me some fried chicken. I started using a thermometer, as you can see…really don’t need it, but it is interesting to watch.
Mmmm where was my invite?
You have a standing invite. You know that…and you can “hep”.
Mmmmmmm. Now, that’s some fried chicken.
It’s really good. Damn good.
Ohhh, I’m getting woozy!
Please send some to: Nest 1
Mockingbird Lane
Jax.
Wait a dang minute, what am I thinking? I’m a bird!
I’m telling you, it will make you weak in the knees.