it was a hot and sunny morning-over 90 and if you didn't slather yourself in sunscreen, you got burnt-like me...this was the view at 11am in east park. each tent housed a hot chicken vendor and while some lines weren't too long, others circled the green.
speaking of long lines, the line for princes literally circled the park and if you dared to join it, you waited at least an hour for chicken and in the mean time, you too were fried in the sun.
we waited in line at our chosen vendor and people watched-at least one young woman passed out from the heat. it was almost like entertainment-we watched as they tried to fan her as they waited for medical help.
if only all of us could look as cool as this little fellow-he didn't seem to mind the heat at all
most of us felt like this poor little girl; hot, sweaty and in search of a shady place to sit. and let's not forget barbies friend-how humiliating to be dragged around by her hair...
not every vendor sold hot chicken. the dog of nashville did what they do best-hot dogs and for those not wanting to wait or in need of a snack while they waited, the hot dogs were ready and the line was short.
keeping the dogs coming...
coating the chicken in the chosen hot sauce.
breading and frying each piece to order
medium in the rear, mild in the front but honestly-how could anyone tell?
the coveted amateur trophy
a look at the competitors-they take it seriously and all worked hard in the heat
the winners-congratulations nick worley
we enjoyed it but not the heat. and speaking of heat, darry was thinking that medium wasn't such a good idea after all...glad i went with mild.
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