Preparation

Mmm, mmm, mmmm. Oh I love the smell of chicken frying. So juicy. I should check on my biscuits, but a sip of wine first. A nectar of goodness. That desevers one more cracker and slice of pepperjack cheese. O'kay the biscuits now. Whew, a heatwave from opening the oven. One more buttering and they'll be ready. Oh, the chicken's crisp and golden brown, better pull those out the oil. Fuck hot splaterring on my arm. Frying skin doesn't smell as good as frying chicken.
Potato salad, cole slaw. Let me put those in a dish. Can't make it myself yet, but the deli down the street is just as fine as homemade. Oh shit the biscuits! Did I burn them, no way. Oh thank you sweet Lord, they're just right. I think I'll just pull these out of the oven, and take a sip of wine. Ahhh. Smells so good. All right, let me set the spread.
Taste so fine. Everything together. I think next time I'll have mashed potatoes, garlic ones, instead of potato salad.