We made Thomas Keller’s fried chicken the other night.
It got me thinking.
What people don’t know is that sometimes, things that aren’t supposed to fall into the breading and as a result get thrown into the fryer with the chicken.
There are just so many variables when it comes to chicken nuggets. Are they the traditional rounded-rhombus shape, or are they dinosaurs?
I think about how fragile human dignity is, how easily it can slip away, and I grow cautious. I must be careful not to let myself drown in these greasy, delicious waters.
Popeyes is the Lord our God. He has engineered the perfect blend of carbohydrates, proteins, and fats to promote maximum dopamine production. It is called Popeyes Spicy Fried Chicken Tenders.
Pies are like the perfect comfort food: you eat it warm, and each heated, gooey bite reminds you that in the end every thing will be ok. Who needs boys or plans on Saturday night when there is PIE.
First of all, why in the world would anyone even step foot within 10 miles of a KFC when Popeye’s exists? Popeye’s is the Beyoncé to KFC’s Katy Perry — there is just no comparison, and one just looks sad when mentioned in the same sentence.
You like tacos, right? You like Doritos, right? Let’s just save you the pain and suffering of eating them separately so you can now just cram them all in your face simultaneously.