Yes, I’m dating myself.)įor a woman who took it so seriously, my grandmother had a remarkably big tent attitude toward fried chicken itself, enjoying pretty much every version she tried, which is one reason I’m sorry she didn’t live to see the rise of KFC - by which I do not mean the chicken of Col. (Cholesterol and vegetarianism were in their infancy then. Throughout my childhood, not only did I never meet anyone who did not adore fried chicken - again, the south - I couldn’t even imagine the existence of such a person.
I had a southern grandmother, which meant that I grew up believing that an unintelligent person had “one oar in the water,” ugly people could “make a freight train take a dirt road,” and that there were souls in this world mean enough to have “the hates for fried chicken.” I found that last characterization especially troubling.
