My momma made the best fried chicken. My daddy would bring home a whole chicken from the SuperSave grocery store on Noel, across from the Baptist Church. Momma would cut up the chicken by hand and pull out the giblets that were stuffed inside.She cooked them first because they were small. I would watch her as Crisco was scooped from the big, blue can. The pieces were dropped into flour and then...
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