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quick, shill me a good recipe for something that i can bring to my picnic with my vegan girl friend. i want to impress her with my cooking skills. also spare me the "muh vegans are mentally ill" crap, i eat meat.

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Part 1/2

My grandpa and grandma raised me after my mom overdosed when I was four. The family was pretty messed up, but my grandpa tried to take care of all of us as best he could considering he had six kids.

He worked his ass off damn near every day, but he really enjoyed serving food to people. You know how everyone has something that they just really enjoy doing for other people? Or something that they like to be praised for? Well he absolutely loved to take care of us with food.

Maybe it's because he grew up right after the depression, and his parents instilled it in him, but he hated to have the cupboards bare, and it didn't matter how tired he was after work, if you told him you were hungry then by God he made sure you had something to eat.

Well, getting around to the point of my story. As grandpa's usually do, he had a few recipes that he perfected over the years. Nothing Chef worthy, but just good home cooking. One of those was his fried chicken.

He barely used more than salt, pepper, and flour, but my God if it didn't always come out tasting so fucking good I would stuff myself until I got sick. And he always made a side of gravy from the grease, and mashed potatoes from real boiled russet potatoes.

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After he died, I didn't eat fried chicken much. The occasional stop at KFC, but of course, that stuff is never the same.

Well, about two years back I would up working a job for some of my family, and one of my uncle's happened to be helping out two. We all took turns making dinner, and when it came his turn, he asked what we wanted. We all voted on fried chicken.

I wasn't expecting much. The man was a major alcoholic-hough I loved him, and I thought maybe he'll fry up a couple breasts.

Well when dinner was served, everyone came in and got their share, then took their plates out to work with them. I decided to stay at the table and eat with my uncle.

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