Day 109

I am grateful for fried chicken.

There are a handful of things I could eat more than once a week, and this is in the top three. Ever since I was little and my mom would pack fried chicken, pickles, rice, and noodles to chow down on at the drive-in, I have loved fried chicken. (Rice and noodles because it's just what we had, my mom being Filipino.) KFC is still one of my favorite places.

I used to wonder if somehow I had southern blood because I seem like anything that's fried. I finally figured out that the Philippines is plenty far south, and that must be it. That's my story, and I'm stickin' to it.

Thank You, Lord, for hot, crispy fried chicken!