Oven Fried Chicken

Grandma's chicken oven fried
every Saturday,
the aroma had power
to pull kids away
from television 
cartoon fun~
yum!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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Miller Avatar
October 20, 2025 at 2:43 AM
mmm that smell, congratulations
Achara Avatar
October 20, 2025 at 4:56 AM
Thank you.
Kitchin Avatar
October 19, 2025 at 9:18 AM
Chetta, congratulations on your winning placement. Kids will never forget these wonderful dishes.
Achara Avatar
October 19, 2025 at 10:48 AM
Thank you!
Dietrich Avatar
October 18, 2025 at 4:06 PM
So cute. How you described it's great power. Congratulations in the contest
Achara Avatar
October 18, 2025 at 5:42 PM
Thank you.
Goldsmith Avatar
October 18, 2025 at 12:54 PM
Congratulations on your win. I enjoyed reading about your "Oven Fried Chicken" write. Sure does sound heavenly. We had it last night when we went out. Bet your Grandma's was better. Have a wonderful day/weekend writing away..............
Achara Avatar
October 18, 2025 at 3:47 PM
Thank you.
Andresen Avatar
October 18, 2025 at 9:13 AM
- Congratulations on your win in the contest, Chetta :) - Have a lovely weekend :) - hugs
Achara Avatar
October 18, 2025 at 3:47 PM
Thank you
Sharma Avatar
October 6, 2025 at 7:11 AM
The love of grandparents and food!! what a treat!!
Etgen-Baker Avatar
October 5, 2025 at 5:33 PM
your poem took me down memory lane and fried chicken at my grandmother's house....best wishes with this contest entry, hugs, Sara
Achara Avatar
October 5, 2025 at 6:47 PM
Thank you. Yes. Saturdays at Grandma's my family and our cousins. 12 children of various ages. It was always a good time.
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