More chicken guts

What Marie Antionette saw...
photo by FitFool

I previously wrote about my most amazing chicken-killing adventure here, and a few days ago I received an email from a fellow eviscerator who also documented the event.

FitFool thoughtfully separated her photodocumentary into two parts. The bucket o' heads above, which will soon be rolled out by KFC as a follow-up to their infamous fried greasecake*, was taken from her more gory Part II.

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* The term fried greasecake dates back to the days of my after-school job as a clerk/deliveryboy at Oliver's Pharmacy, a small sole-proprietor retail drug shop sadly pushed aside by the big chains. One of the morning's highlights was when the beat cop came in for a break, and I'd run across the street to Rosebud's for coffee and danish. The 'danish' was just standard supermarket fare, fluffy dough embedded with imitation lemon curd and glazed with sugary icing. But the Rosebud's grillman put his own twist on the item by first slicing it horizontally, matching the icing surface to the former bottom, brushing the cut surfaces with melted butter, slapping it all on the flattop under a small weight, and giving each side a nice, crusty finish.

It was a 'grilled danish' on Rosebud's menu, but to us it was always a fried greasecake.

Oh, yeah.