I was a teenage Fried Chicken Cook
I was a teenage Fried Chicken Cook You do remember the 70’s don’t you? Smell is supposed to the most primal of the senses. For me a cerebral sensation from that decade is the sweet smell of golden fresh fried chicken rising up on a hydraulic lift from the depths of an industrial pressurized deep fryer. The smell, and anyone… Continue reading "I was a teenage Fried Chicken Cook"