KFC lost me and my family because a bucket of chicken is now only half full for a higher price. The oversized bucket is a joke. Their ads showing overflowing buckets of crispy fried chicken is pure BS. Last time we tried KFC was about 4 years ago when a nostalgia moment caused us to think/hope that those 'secret' herb encrusted crispy fried chicken parts would be a tongue tasting happy event but was actually a huge disappointment. Thin, runny, flavorless mashed potatoes, brown gravy (for chicken??) and hard overcooked biscuits just added insult to injury. Now with KFC moving to Texas they can change their name to TFC Tuff Fucking Chicken. buh bye
When I had a house on ten acres with one neighbor having 20 acres and the other one on the other side of my home had ten acres. Lots of flat farm land and lots of trees, too. One day we had a hot air balloon sink down onto my back yard. Having a 600 foot driveway was a big help for the trackers to retrieve the balloon and it's inhabitants.
Go to any Home Depot or Loew's store and their toilets for sale always boast of them being able to flush a whole bucket of golf balls eazy peazy. I think eggs should be in the same category.
My dad was a master beekeeper and he was manic over keeping honey as only 100% honey. FDA allows 'honey' to be cut with no more than 50% corn syrup and still be called honey. The words 'pure' and 'natural' labels mean nothing at all. Honey that will not crystalize has (usually) either been cut with corn syrup OR heated to a degree that the wonderful properties contained in honey are no more. Stores don't want honey to crystalize since it makes the honey look less appealing so there is a market and a desire for honey to remain clear for the consumer's pleasure. If at all possible buy local honey.
Just last week my husband and I were talking about how much things have changed since we were young. We would get put out of the house in the morning to "go play" and as long as we stayed within yelling distance from home we could do as we pleased outside. Climbing trees, playing in puddles, I built a tree-house, following the water in a creek, catching frogs, collecting cool rocks, trying to net pollywogs or small fish, drawing with chalk on sidewalks and drive ways, riding our bikes, walking to the little mom and pop store to buy candy and drinks, playing hide and seek, tag, jumping rope, basketball, etc. We had time to do nothing, just lay down and watch the clouds roll by and think 'deep' thoughts.Kids now are glued to their cell phones and laptops. The internet holds them hostage. I don't know how they find time away from their toys to quiet their minds and we both feel very sorry for the kids now. They are missing out on so much.
I don't like Elmo. I know, blasphemy, right? Well, when my kids were small in the 1970's, Sesame Street's humor appealed to children and their parents. I watched that show right along with my kids. I appreciated that the actors and muppets spoke in normal language and not in 'babytalk'. My husband and I never spoke babytalk to our kids, we spoke in our proper language and taught our children to do so as well. Years later, after Jim Henson had passed, along came Elmo. He spoke in broken, babytalk language which I felt talked down to children, infantilizing itself. I just couldn't support the toy. I still don't like Elmo. But if it ever starts talking in a properly pronounced language then I shall be a big supporter of that doll. Fat chance that will happen.
I don't make fried chicken often because my way is a bit labor intensive. Over the years, through trials and errors, one thing I had trouble with was under cooked chicken. So I started boiling the chicken until it's about 2/3's cooked. Then I cool it down and marinate it in buttermilk and spices to chill. Four hours later I pat the chicken dry and put the chicken in a large bag with my flour, corn starch (a must for crispiness!) and spices and shake the chicken until the pieces are well coated. And into the deep fryer they go until they turn a lovely golden color. I might dunk them in the buttermilk again and flour coat them, then deep fry them if I want a really crunchy chicken. Like I said, it's labor intensive. Personally, I'd rather make eggrolls. Family, friends and neighbors line up for those.
Since we've ruined Earth we now look to colonizing Mars because screwing 2 planets is better than one.Until our world fixes what's broke here then we shouldn't even consider traveling to Mars.
I got a job as a receptionist. My desk was situated right in the middle of heavy traffic in my office. It was pretty common that fellow employees would grab my phone to either "make a quick call" or intercept an incoming call. I started to get sick. I'd kick something and get sick with something else. As a slow learner it took me a few months to figure out everyone that used my phone had been breathing into the receiver leaving water droplets loaded with their germs. Well, the light bulb finally came on and I bought a spray can of heavy duty disinfectant. Stripped down the phone so I could spray it really well and refused to let others use my phone. At night just as I would leave for the day the phone got another dose of disinfectant and, sure enough, I stopped getting sick.
Four hours later I pat the chicken dry and put the chicken in a large bag with my flour, corn starch (a must for crispiness!) and spices and shake the chicken until the pieces are well coated. And into the deep fryer they go until they turn a lovely golden color. I might dunk them in the buttermilk again and flour coat them, then deep fry them if I want a really crunchy chicken. Like I said, it's labor intensive.
Personally, I'd rather make eggrolls. Family, friends and neighbors line up for those.