Chicken Fried.

Everyone has a favorite food, or at least certain foods they prefer over others. If not that, I'm sure everyone at least have foods they DON'T like. But today, I'm going to speak on the subject of a certain type of food, a food that happens to be the favorite of the man with whom I spoke: Dustin, my brother.

"I love the small honeybee," says Dustin, in a quote I wrote down on a notepad and no longer remember why. I was taking notes on the subject while my brother explained the finer points of fried chicken to me.

"Fried chicken is like a chocolate chip cookie. Sometimes you want a crunchy cookie, sometimes a chewy cookie. Sometimes you want a cookie with alot of chocolate chips, and sometimes you want a cookies without alot of chocolate chips. Sometimes you want an oatmeal chocolate chip cookie instead of a regular one."

We talk about the different types of chicken. Dustin begins by talking about the different breadings: Crispy, spicy, breaded, etc. Apparently deciding which of these you desire is the first step in figuring out exactly what type of fried chicken to acquire. Also, the weather is important. "Popeyes is the kind of chicken you want on a rainy day, while KFC is better for late, sunny afternoon." Even the time of day affects the side items. How enlightening. Dustin also commented on other restaurants, such as Bojangles, in North Carolina, and Publix, which has a unique flavor that doesn't appeal to Dustin's taste buds.

"What about Chicken strips?" I ask. Dustin looks at me patiently. "Fried chicken is like a chocolate chip cookie..." He repeats the quote. Chicken strips, I learn, are another type of chicken. Bone-in and bone-out is another important decision to make in the chicken choosing process, along with the possibility of a chicken sandwich. My bad. Chicken fries are also, on rare occasions, acceptable. Dustin begins comparing most of the chicken from different well-known fast food chains, but I cut him off with my curiosity--what about chicken biscuits?

Dustin's eyes light up as he begins to shout about the genius invention of the chicken biscuit, the perfection of breakfast. Also, due to the growing popularity, chicken biscuits can now be found just about anywhere, sometimes even with country gravy if your appetite calls for it! Wow!

I begin to realize that Dustin has only ever had store-bought fried chicken. At the risk of sounding racist, I ask Dustin if he has ever tried home-made fried chicken made by a southern, home-cooking black woman.

"I haven't met one yet," responds Dustin, somewhat dejectedly.

"If you did, would you go for the food?" I ask.

"If I did, I would go for her."