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My mom's fried chicken

I was appointed recently by force to be the chef in my team's gathering.It was held in the hotel.I was asked to make the chicken edible.So there.
I simmered the chickedn in 7-up and basil (betcha u dont know that) and cooked it in medium fire till its all brown and done.The whole team was very grateful.The chicken tasted like gourmet.I was thankful.
When I got home suprisingly,my mom cooked fried chicken as well.As usual,I zoomed to the dining room.As I had my first bite, I smiled...humbly accepting my defeat.My chicked is nowhere near my mom's.Hers was a masterpiece.Right salty and sweet and tangy...plus it always brings back the childhood memories of rainy nights spent with family...Suddenly,I was that 7 yr old chubby kid again.
I cant pinpoint it but something in my mom's cooking makes it a delectable feast.Probably she always cooks with love for me,my dad and my kid sister...no matter how big I am..I guess I'll always be her little boy.Whatever my mom cooks transports me in my childhood days..when we have untarnished innocence.I guess her menu will always be my comfort feast...im not singling out any because each is done with pure love...hay, Chow time!!!