My best friend, fried chicken

This morning, I need to talk about fried chicken.  Why?  I'm not sure, other than the fact that I think it's the cure all for anything that ails a body or soul--particularly, the soul.  There is something about fried chicken that just says everything in the world is gonna be OK.  If it seems like disaster is looming, bite into some fresh, hot crispy chicken.  If you are so happy you could explode, eat some fried chicken.  Life will look even better.  There's just not a situation other than a stomach bug, that can't be made all better, or even better, by fried chicken.

Fried chicken has some powerful mojo.  It brings back loads of old memories, tastes fabulous, and makes you laugh.  The smell alone can make you time travel.  It can transport you back to childhood with one whiff....the crunch of that first bite.  The sound is beyond any beautiful music ever created.  Who doesn't fall in love with all that flour, salt, pepper, and hot, sizzling grease?  How can you not? 

We're all so concerned these days with our health and that's not a bad thing.  It's just not always real warm fuzzy.  How many of us really get that snuggly feeling from grilled chicken ?  Admit it...ya don't.  Fried chicken?  Oh, hell, yeah...ya know you do.  This stuff even makes Rick Perry look smart.  See... I told you it's powerful.