|My Dad loved her chicken the best. |
Grandma Vivian fried the most delicious chicken up in her
2nd story apartment in Lemoyne every Sunday.
|She taught my sister and I to make it, |
telling us we would
delight the heart of our Dad
if we learned well and cooked it often, for it was his
favorite all his life, she would say
|Her kitchen was teensy, but she could fry |
like the best of them
|My Fried Chicken is almost as yummy as |
the Sunday Chicken dinners I remember
all those years ago. But Only my own dear Mother
can fry a yummier chicken!
Here's to Grandma and My JRB Mom
I love you both so deeply.