{"id":57,"date":"2005-12-26T17:32:53","date_gmt":"2005-12-26T17:32:53","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/?p=57"},"modified":"2006-09-18T17:20:20","modified_gmt":"2006-09-18T17:20:20","slug":"kansas-fried-chicken-and-a-not-so-lazy-e","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/2005\/12\/26\/kansas-fried-chicken-and-a-not-so-lazy-e\/","title":{"rendered":"fried chicken and a not-so-lazy e"},"content":{"rendered":"

Appalachian folk. We’re all about long vowels, pass the chicken and praise the Lord. Until we move to the city. Then it’s a little more staccato, foie gras and well I use to be a Baptist<\/em>. <\/p>\n

Vowels were never a friend to me in the slow lazy way they are to some people. My primary school speech therapist, an Episcopalian from Connecticut, pulled my ear and called me a hillbilly if I drew them out too much. <\/p>\n

I stopped eating fried chicken when I moved to England because the Pakistani Proprietors of the ‘Kansas Fried Chicken’ takeaway on the corner couldn’t work the same soul food magic Ma did. <\/p>\n

I still send up Hallelujahs, but they’re sometimes in Latin. (I really don’t think God speaks American.) <\/p>\n

Moving to another country changed me in more ways than one. No doubt about it. But I think life itself did the real trick. No matter where you hang your hat….people change. <\/p>\n

Take Earl<\/a>. I hear she’s getting married. Earls don’t get married. They drink and party until the early hours and then go home to a pet rottweiler. <\/p>\n

Flynn’s not her old self either. Rock. Retro. Raging Feminist. <\/p>\n

Jo has a job. Who’d have thought. <\/p>\n

And Chris. Chris use to wear baseball caps and sweatpants. Pajama’s and bad breath to class. Now she wears diamond studs and a watch worth more than a midsized sedan. <\/p>\n

Me, I still like pearls and expensive shoes but I wouldn’t eat the family cow if you paid me. <\/p>\n

Yes. Sometimes people change. Even in the mountains. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Appalachian folk. We’re all about long vowels, pass the chicken and praise the Lord. Until we move to the city. Then it’s a little more staccato, foie gras and well I use to be a Baptist. Vowels were never a friend to me in the slow lazy way they are to some people. My primary<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-57","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-hum-drum"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/57","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=57"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/57\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=57"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=57"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=57"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}