Every chance we as a family get to have Grandma's fried chicken we take it. We all love it. I don't know what it is about it but it is ALWAYS good. Even though she thinks its not "that good this time" or "there is not enough food". We love it. And this year was no different. But this year while making a fried chicken lunch and cutting up watermelon she sliced her hand. Luckily it wasn't that bad but it still bled ALOT! So she got the award for the chef who cooks through blood sweat and tears.