I Asked for Original Recipe Four Times

One day after  my son’s piano lesson, we decided to get KFC to go.

I was already hungry, and there was nothing waiting at home that I could simply reheat. So fried chicken and rice sounded perfect.

And I was very specific about my order.

Original Recipe.

I tapped it on the screen on the self-serve kiosk.

Then the cashier called me and I saw that she put it on dine-in baskets. So I said that it was for takeout. And that there should only be one spicy plate. 

I said 2 orders of original recipe. 1 order of spicy. 

I said it four times. 

Four. 😂

Because she can’t seem to get it right. She kept saying 2 spicy. 

We got our food, went home, and I finally sat down to eat.

Then I discovered she had given me spicy chicken.

Of course.

At that point, I was really hungry. There was nothing else to reheat, and I absolutely did not want to order another meal and wait another 30 minutes for it to arrive.

So I did the only thing that made sense at the time.

I performed surgery on my fried chicken. 😂

I sometimes react to spicy food and I didn’t want to risk it that day because I was also tired and so my body couldn’t fight back properly. 

Most of the spice was concentrated in the coating, so I started removing the skin and breading from the pieces.

Which was slightly tragic because the crispy skin is one of the reasons I wanted fried chicken in the first place.

But hunger won.

I ate what I could, with my rice, gravy and coleslaw, while a small pile of rejected spicy chicken skin accumulated on my plate.

Was this the KFC meal I ordered?

Absolutely not.

Did I manage to turn it into lunch anyway?

Yes. 

Sometimes takeout saves me from cooking.

Sometimes it gives me a small project instead.🙄

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I’ll set the table again soon.
Lady E
Founder, Lady E Eats
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