Sometime ago, in a land not far from here, there was a chicken that went by the name of Chickie.
Now Chickie had a problem. She, in her glorious chubby self, was next in line in the kitchen. That was bad news. She didn't like that, no one likes that.
So she hmpft and turned her back from the kitchen. Then she waddled her cheeky little self, and said eff this shit on her way out.
That small event came in a domino effect. Now that Chickie was gone, the problem bounced to her master who happened to be the owner of an eatery, and also happened to be the cook. His customer ordered crispy fried chicken, and Chickie was his last chicken.
Not really that big of a problem, he should've said, "Sorry, brah, we're out of chicken." But he didn't. He reckoned that he can just improvise.
Then he scratched his head and looked around. Something that would look like a chicken part somehow. And looked and looked, but he couldn't find any.
"Eff this shit!" He threw his hand towel out of frustration. Our poor cook immediately regretted what he did when his towel landed directly on the batter.
"Oh, for eff's sake!" the owner said as he got the tong and tried to pick up the towel with it. He wriggled and wriggled the towel, trying to save it, or the batter; we didn't know which.
As he was wriggling, the towel slipped and it landed right into the pan. Bubbling hot frying pan.
"Oh, great!" He grunted. He now wriggled the towel out, trying to save it from the oil, or his expensive precious oil; we really didn't know which.
As he was picking up the towel with the tong, some oil dropped to his other hand that in his years of experience he subconsciously hurled the towel to the strainer. And what do you know, it resembled a piece of fried chicken. A crispy fried chicken.
Then it went to the table. Only God knows what happened next.
Disclaimer: That's not what truly happened. If you are curious, here's a link.
Here in the Philippines, there are a lot of fast food chains all over the place. From the famous Jollibee to McDonalds, KFC, Wendy's and much more. Please name the others for me.
They are also very competitive. Most of the time, their stores are in front of each other. You'll need to play Eenie Meenie Miney Mo if you're the type of person who finds it hard to decide over simplest things.
And this, I would really like to add. Filipinos are creative, they love to coin things.
Like Jollikod, an eatery located at the back of Jollibee. Convenient and way cheaper for people on tight budget. Jollijeep, a small business who peddles packed lunches using a jeep. And last but not the least, we have Mang Donald's. Yet another eatery owned by Mr. Donald. Small note, Mang is an honorific word we use for mister or sir.
Okay, that went a bit far. Going back, we can't deny that we love these fast food chains. Children love them the most. And do you know what's common that they have? Chicken. Yes, chicken. Crispilicious, juicilicious fried chicken.
In Jollibee, my most favorite; never mind the issue, the coating is really crisp. You can hear it crack. The meat is really juicy and it goes well with the gravy.
In KFC, my hubby's preference; the coating is not that crisp. But the meat itself already tastes good without the gravy. And speaking of gravy, wad'you know, you can have all of it. You can have it for your chicken, your rice, your fries, and you can even take some out..oops!
In McDonalds, my least favorite to be heard. I don't know, their chicken is little. Although it tastes good, it's juicy, but something's missing that my taste buds can't put a finger on.
Finale:
Each one of us have different preferences on how we would like our chicken. On where and which of them stores to get them. Like religions, we can't argue about, but if we do, it won't end.
Different taste, different style, different brands. But one thing is certain. We love crispy fried chicken.
Thank you for reading my silly article. This is my entry for the writing prompt of @JonicaBradley Similarities.
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Very creative! I enjoyed it immensely. I notice you don't have a sponsor bar. Go to my profile and read the article about how I got sponsorships if you'd like a sponsor bar. I feel bad for that poor woman who ate a fried towel. Or tried to. She is right, that towel was contaminating the batter and the oil. And obviously nobody noticed! This is also there perfect example of how to surf the internet and find inspiration to write a story. Well done!