As soon as we got the chickens, Grampa started talking about how we could eat them as fried chicken. Sick, I tell you! How could one eat that sweet little cooing bird? We decided it would be alright to eat A chicken, but not OUR chicken. So, while Carson and Gramma were at a play today, Sharon, Sam, and I took Grampa to Miss Delta's for some good ole comfort food. We ate jalapeno hush puppies, sweet potato fries, sweet tea, and yes, a fried chicken sandwich. Sharon and I opted for the BBQ Tofu Po Boy, and it may have been the best tofu I have ever had. Probably because it was deep fat fried. Everyone was stuffed and took half home for later. I wonder if Gramma will sneak the other half of the sandwich for a midnight snack?