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Originally Posted by piemaker720
Just remember those picnics, with the platter of fried chicken and piss pumkins [watermelon as you call it] and big coolers of lemonaide and tea on one end of the table. The softball for entertainment.
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My grandmother raised mint in her garden for the iced tea. Is it my imagination or have fried chicken pieces about doubled in size in the last 40 years? I never even see a fried "keel breast" any more. I figure it is either hormones or else they hybridized chickens with turkeys!
