My mother in law lives with us. She is older and after suffering a few strokes, kidney failure and sarcoidosis, she has been left with limited movement, dimentia, and an almost religious committment to the almighty Fried Chicken. No matter what time, day or night, she is hitting my husband up for some fried chicken.
Some days she will grab a couple of wings and clasp them tightly to her breast eating furtively as if someone is going to steal her fried chicken. She will do this until my husband sees her and tells not to hide her chicken and to get a plate or at least a paper towel. Sometimes she will get up and get one. . .other times she with try to eat her fried chicken faster.
It's been a comedy routine in our household ever since she moved in. "I need me some chicken," she will say and my husband will reply, "Woman, you don't need no chicken!" He tells her we have plenty of food in the house and why doesn't she have a tuna sandwich. I wince because I know what's coming next:
"I need me some chicken"
And like a wind up toy, my husband is off and running. I swear I have never seen 2 people spend more time talking about, arguing over, or eating fried chicken than my husband and his mother!
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