So, I took a shot at Kentucky Grilled Chicken.

Sort of had to.  I hate Oprah, but I like eating healthy.  If I can get a tasty Chicken Breast through a drive through, this is a good thing.

So… 11 herbs and spices later, I’m here to tell you, it is sitting on my stomach like a gremlin.

And this, probably, is what drives me batsh*t about Oprah.  That she elevates mediocrity and has zero check and balance over it.

Remember that one book?

Remember that other book?

Now this.

The woman has – in her words – 900,000 tweeple (I shall call them Sheeple) who follow her every fart.   But dammit, in between the good she does – AND SHE DOES DO GOOD – she fills her week with crap.  

And now, I feel like throwing up accordingly.  Serves me right.

But be warned.

There’s an “F” in KFC.  And it doesn’t stand for Fried.

It’s the grade the food gets.