Chicken Fried Brain

One more picture from the Taichung nightmarket. It's an unusally calm scene of a crazy crowded market. The stand in the middle here serves my favorite Taiwanese snack- salty crispy chicken, where vendors freshly fry up ingredients of your choosing, including of course, salty crispy chicken. Taiwanese fried chicken tastes nothing like American fried chicken. But I've found room in my clogged arteries to love both. To the right of the stand is a stall that sells cute socks and stationary and stickers and to the left is a place that does engravings.

Since I've been back, and especially this week with daylight savings, I've noticed that the sky is much darker when I leave work and the air smells much more like fried chicken (the Southern kind). Why, Lord, is the sky so dark? And why, Lord, must it smell like fried chicken? It was just my luck that the lady who sat next to me on the train ride home tonight was eating McDonald's chicken selects. Moments like that make me wonder why it is that I have not had McDonald's in years, and whatever happened to traditional values and sharing our bounties with our neighbors. It's never fair for one to smell chicken and not taste it.