Some of these comments about fried chicken has my mouth watering. Having spent a good many of my formative years on the family farm in South Carolina, the food is one of my favorite memories. I can just taste it now...chicken fried to a crispy brown in Crisco, then mix flour in the Crisco after the chicken is done to make the gravy that's poured on the rice, biscuits were flour and again the old stand by, Crisco, and baked to a golden melt in your mouth brown. After dinner it was everyone gather in the living room while the grownups had coffee, and stay clear of my Aunt as she spit her snuff juice in a Luziane Coffee can on the floor near her seat. How they could load up a mouthful of that powdered snuff and drink coffee I'll never know. Memories...I could shed a tear thinking about those days.