In our house there is nothing that conjures up images of childhood Sundays better than a bucket of original KFC.

While we were growing up, it was a fairly frequent occurrence for Dad to stop by KFC on the way home from church. I imagine the aroma of warm chicken and fries would fill the vehicle and by the time we got home we were all ready to dig in.

KFC is still a common occurrence at our house and the tradition is being carried on to the next generation as my nieces and nephew enjoy having their "chicken on the bone" for Sunday lunch.

Even as I'm typing this, there is a bucket of chicken sitting on the counter waiting for everyone to arrive. Mmm, finger lickin' good.

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