He said yeah, but not KFC, as he found KFC chicken sickening and suggested Red Rooster fried chicken instead.
We settled on the 'Fried Pack' to share that Sunday night, so he ordered it on his phone, and I gave him my card to pay for it.
I said oh great, more fat and salt that I don't want to eat and no coleslaw, which I was looking forward to eating with my chicken.
And after dipping a few chips into the tub they called gravy, I poured the gloop down the sink and put some tomato sauce from out of the fridge on my plate to dip my chips into.
The whole meal felt as satisfying as a 'Christmas in July' too, and I was glad to have a tin of Vanilla Pepsi to wash it all down with all the salt I could taste in that meal.
The whole meal felt as satisfying as a 'Christmas in July' too, and I was glad to have a tin of Vanilla Pepsi to wash it all down with all the salt I could taste in that meal.
But even that wasn't enough, and I had to have a few glasses of water throughout the night to flush the salt through my organs.
I'll be sticking to eating normal chicken from now on and scratching 'National Fried Chicken Day' off my calender next year and many years to come, I think.
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| Every July 9th |
What would our modern world be without chicken (fried or otherwise) and eggs?-)






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