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Posted on Sunday, 5 July 2009
You know, it was this bit that caused me to, just for shits and giggles, buy a KFC Bowl some time last year. We were hungry and hey, I hadn’t been to Kentucky Duck in a while. While there was intended humour in the mastication, I moved it beyond the boundaries of rationality by getting the tangy BBQ version—which, of course is mashed taters, corn, crispy chicken bits, gravy, CHEESE with additional rancid tang-sauce.
Within about 4 bites, I was ready to induce vomiting. Sabrina laughed hysterically, but I felt like my tongue was attempting to kill its master. I survived the plotted regicide, but every time we pass the KFC on Aurora in Shoreline, Bean laughs and says, “Hey, hon, want KFC tonight?”
Oddly enough, I ate at KFC last night while out of town. While my tongue is coming to terms with the reintroduction, it is slightly more peeved at my consumption of an attempted hot turkey sandwich in Elma, WA, the night before. Now that was a real failure pile…
