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.
This makes me want to try that chicken sandwich they have that is a sandwich literally forged from chicken breasts. Know the one?
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