Saturday, May 21, 2011

Fried Chicken

Just Thinking, Not Eating
fcYesterday when we were at the gym for our work out, someone got to talking about fried chicken. It brought back memories of my Mom frying chicken for us. She used an iron skillet and used lots of Crisco to fry the chicken. I remember it was really good, especially with mashed potatoes, green beans and homemade rolls.

We don’t eat fried chicken anymore. In fact we don’t fry much of anything because the doctors and news media have brainwashed us to believe it’s unhealthy. However we do cook our fish in a deep fryer. That’s the only way to eat these fish we catch in these East Tennessee lakes.

A True Chicken Story
I heard this story from a female student who was in a quality management class that I was teaching in Alabama. It so happened that her husband was an insurance salesman and was making the rounds in the country. At one old country homestead, the older lady of the home invited him to have dinner (lunch) with her and her husband. His arm was twisted, and he smelled the fried chicken, and he agreed to join them for lunch. When he sat at the table, he noticed the biggest plate of fried chicken that he had ever seen.

He asked the older couple, “Do you always cook so much chicken? That dish seems to be a lot for just the two of you.”

The old lady replied, “Well not usually, but they’re dying quicker that we can eat them.”


Tennessee Granddaddy Says:
The road to perfection has lots of correction.

Quote of the Day
Angels descending, bring from above,
Echoes of mercy, whispers of love.
~Fanny J. Crosby

Joke of the Day

A young girl’s father had been in the hospital for a serious operation, and for several days he could not receive visitors.

Still in pretty bad shape, he was finally allowed a visit from his family.

His young daughter was baffled by her father’s condition. “But Dad, you look awful! Didn’t you get my get-well-card?”


An older gentleman was on the operating table awaiting surgery and he insisted that his son, a renowned surgeon, perform the operation.

As he was about to get the anesthesia he asked to speak to his son.

"Yes, Dad, what is it?"

"Don't be nervous, son; do your best and just remember, if it doesn't go well, if something happens to me, your mother is going to come and live with you and your wife..."


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