Sunday, August 10, 2008

sunday - complete with chicken for supper




For some reason I always think Sundays should mean fried chicken for supper... not that I had when I was growing up on a regular basis... more probably the subliminal ingraining of a message from Kris Kristoferson... (i think written by Johnny Cash but for some reason I have that image of KK singing this)

 I'd smoked my mind the night before 
With cigarettes and songs I'd been picking. 
But I lit my first and watched a small kid 
Playing with a can that he was kicking. 
Then I walked across the street 
And caught the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken. 
And Lord, it took me back to something that I'd lost 
Somewhere, somehow along the way. 

On a Sunday morning sidewalk, 
I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned. 
'Cause there's something in a Sunday 
That makes a body feel alone. 
And there's nothing short a' dying 
That's half as lonesome as the sound 
Of the sleeping city sidewalk 
And Sunday morning coming down. 

That song always made me depressed... but anyway... shake and bake chicken is in the oven as I type. 
Just wanted to post some pics...

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