I couldn't answer her then--too many soups and whatnot--but now I am ready to crown a temporary king.
I just had. The best. Chicken leg.
Fresh out the deep frier, with the most delicious skin you can imagine. Hot, juicy. Flawless.
I don't want to say that this piece of fried chicken was life-changing; but I did just get a sex change and convert to Mormonism.
Chicken updates to follow.