That bad bird…

There is just something uplifting in comfort foods. Every now and again, I have to break free from my “no fry” rule and just turn to the dark side. And if you’re going to be bad…be very bad and just go for the gold. Yes, I know my thighs are screaming NOOOO as the Crisco pops and bubbles…but oh well…an extra lap will placate them along with the salad we will be having tomorrow.