Birdie and Big Guy think I ask too many questions. But that's how they and I learned Crown Candy Kitchen deep-fries 300 pounds of bacon per day--10 pounds at a time with the grease changed after every 80 pounds--and that there's a dedicated fry person.
Candy Squared had it on her bucket list to visit Crown Candy Kitchen while in town for Birdie's graduation. In her memory, Big Guy, Birdie, Sis, Sis-in-law and I made the journey for her, which as we plowed through mammoth BLT sandwiches, brought up the discussion of how Crown Candy could possibly produce enough superbly crisp bacon to satisfy the 90% of customers (my estimate) who go for their world famous, heart-stopping concoction.
It's amazing what can be discovered by asking a question. For example, I found out where not to go for a tattoo. While Birdie was shopping for prom dresses, we stopped by a shop where someone she knew from school worked. They were talking over the dilemna of how to have a tattoo either "show" or "not show," as a tattoo cut in half is not a pretty sight. The clerk said she had selected a dress that didn't show her recently acquired tattoo.
Being a question asker, I asked about the tattoo. Shop Girl pulled up her shirt to show off a honking big, vertical scripted 'no regrets' running down her side.
"It's bigger than I thought it would be," said Shop Girl, "But I really like it. "
"Wow," I said, "Where did you get it?"
"I went with my ex-boy friend to a shop he knows off Kingshighway. I got a discount."
Birdie purchased her prom dress from another place on another day. She chose an empire-waisted pomegrante and tangerine gown. Prom night, Birdie looked incredibly beautiful and self-possessed, inside and out. But then again, dress that girl in rags and she'd still look that way to me. And for the record, in case you want to ask, Birdie's prom dress covered her tattoo.
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