A lot of people who know me know that I’m partial to the occasional piece of chicken fried in the style of a certain Kentucky colonel. It doesn’t quite form a staple part of my diet, but it’s certainly an easy go-to when I need something satisfying and delicious. I could spend hundreds of words describing why I like it (especially for those of you who are wondering whether I’m really interested in good food after that revelation) but I won’t do so in this post.
The purpose of that meandering introduction?
Today was the day I had KFC in the USA.