chicken + corn + gravy + mashed potatoes = magic

Today I was watching TV with mom and we saw a commercial for the KFC bowl. She asked me if I had ever savored its deliciousness. My mind swirled with vivid flashbacks, eventually leading me to a dark path that I promised myself I would never go down again...a path that saw me logging onto my myspace.com page. 

I knew at some point I had written a very thought provoking blog about this very fast food subject, so I thought for journalistic reasons, I should brave the land of glitter graphics and child predators. I give you my findings [Tangent: This blog was written in 2006. To give you historical perspective- Pluto was still a planet, Amy Winehouse's name was only partially ironic, and I had not yet sat through There Will Be Blood  thinking, "Ok...when is there going to be blood?"] :

The KFC Bowl Story

As I type this, I am sitting in the very exciting Days Inn of Raeford, NC. This Days Inn is quite possibly the site of many a 20/20 investigation of hotel mattresses and the various body fluids that inhabit them. I am in NC, or North Cackalacky as I like to call it, for my granny's 100th birthday. [Tangent:I know when I told people that my granny was turning 100, they assumed it was a rounded figure, but truth being she actually was born in 1906. Fancy that!]

I love trips to visit my relatives because when visiting my dad's side of the family I do things I might not do in my everyday life. Some of these things include drinking Busch beer out of can, using the phrase "how are they kin to us?", eating 3-4 desserts after a given meal and lastly eating the cheesy chicken mashed potato bowl from KFC. 

The bowl, as I will refer to it, has been a source of wonder for me for several months, but I have yet to give in to its splendor until this late night craving at the Days Inn. If you have been living under a rock for the last 6 months, you may be unfamiliar with it, so I will give you a preview. It is roughly 3 lbs of mashed potatoes, followed by a layer of sweet corn- then a layer of chicken strips-  then a layer of  gravy and melted cheese that can only be enjoyed via spork. 

Separately, I love all these elements so I thought, what the hell! First off, it smells wretched so it is probably not best enjoyed in an enclosed space with others (like a car or a Days Inn hotel room) Also, it wasn't very visually appealing as it appeared that the corn was swimming in the gravy. Even still, I had a good experience with it. I don't think I would ever order it again...unless I was heavily sedated, but I could wonder no more. After all, trips to NC are made for gluttony. Perhaps on the way home I will tackle the BK's Meatnormous Omelet sandwich.