By Ran Walker
My wife doesn’t trust gas station fried chicken, but, dammit, I do. In fact, I rank it among the best food in town, including those fancy chains, where they keep laying off the spices and seasonings every year.
I tell her that they lovingly marinate those breasts, before gently battering them and patiently submerging them into the hot oil.
She stops and contemplates this, then remembers we are talking about fried chicken.
“I just can’t get my chicken from the same place I buy gas for my car,” she finally says, never once considering the convenience of such a thing.
Ran Walker is the author of twenty-four books. He writes “because there are millions of stories that need to be told.”