|Kentucky Fried Christmas. Does this qualify as child abuse? LOL|
There's a long, cholesterol-laden vein of Kentucky Fried Chicken lore that runs through my family.
Before we knew it was somewhat akin to putting a clothespin on your aorta - say, back in the late 1950s and early 1960s - it was a treat we had when relatives came through town and nobody who cooked wanted to be in the kitchen.
I've made a few other mentions of this now world-wide chain, and you might want to start with this one, as it gives more of an overview of KFC in general. To keep with the true theme of the blog, though - Thailand - there's another about a visit to a KFC in the Land of Smiles here.
The picture today is not one of my own. I may have my times where my honorary parenting skills aren't all they might be but I wouldn't feed KFC to a child this small. I think they ought to be at least old enough to sit up at the table before you begin compromising their circulatory systems, don't you?
No, it was emailed to me by one of the regular readers who thought I'd get a kick out of seeing it after he'd read posts about KFC here... and he was right. Thanks, Louis!
I don't suppose it was taken in Thailand, but the mat the kid is sitting on is something we've seen before, right? I'll give you a big hint: you'd see a lot of them in a post about the grass weaving workshop I visited.
Posts have been somewhat sporadic here lately, but if you work, have regular obligations and still try to observe any of the holiday traditions this time of year you certainly understand how busy things can get. This is something I enjoy, though, so I'll be here as often as time allows.