"Now. Put the chicken parts in the bag and shake it."
"Like this? Just like the Shake' n Bake commercials on the tee-vee?"
"That afternoon, Miss Celia and I make a list of what to cook that week, and the next morning I do the grocery shopping."
"At one o'clock, Miss Celia comes in the kitchen and say's she's ready for her first cooking lesson. She settles on a stool. She's wearing a tight red sweater and a tight red skirt and enough makeup to scare a hooker."
"Chicken's been soaking in the buttermilk," I say. "Now mix up the dry." I pour flour, salt, more salt, pepper paprika and a pinch of cayenne into a doubled paper sack.