Savannah: Part Deux 3: Fried Chicken Accomplished

2:14 p.m. and I've already eaten until I was ready to burst.

Joey and I got up early to stand in line at Mrs. Wilkes' Boarding house...we were the 3rd party in line, so it was a 30 minute wait worth every second.

Mrs. Wilkes sure knows her stuff. Spiritual, soul food at its finest.
Everything was family style: we were at a huge kitchen table with about 10 complete strangers, including 3 women from Alabama, a couple with their newborn daughter from Denver, and a handful of actual Savannah-inians.

When we sat down, the table was already loaded with biscuits, corn bread, collared greens, snap beans, cucumbers, mashed candied yams, squash casserole, butter beans, black eyed peas, okra and tomatoes, rice and gravy, grits, red rice, beets, barbecue pork, mashed potatoes, beef stew, and sweet tea.

And then they brought out the fried chicken.

Oh sweet lawd, chiltens. I ate a little bit of everything. And a little more of some things.
And as the Mrs. Wilkes' crew says, "If the colonel made fried chicken this good, he'd be a general!"

As we waited for the food coma to wear off, Joey and I headed to the local art museum where we played with blocks and markers. I'm sure the parents in the kids' section wanted to kick us in the shins.

The museum is cool, though. Small, but well-designed and holding a slew of modern-ish paintings and sculptures. We rocked it out there for a while, before finding a post office to get stamps. The stamp machine gave Joey all his change in nickels, which I can't quite figure out. Apparently the USPS has an abundance of five-cent pieces that they're actively trying to push off on people too lazy to stand in line.

And now we're off to lounge by the (empty) pool.
"It's like swimming in soup!" (Overheard last night by a pool occupant.)

Love y'all!
xo!