Sounds delish.
Now, in 20 or 30 years my grandson is gonna be sitting around reminiscing about his dear grandma's super duper KFC chicken. It counts if I drive out to pick up a bucket, yes? 
This thread got me to thinking about my grandmothers roast beef.
The absolute best thing I remember her making when I was a kid.
I grew up, moved away and came home only every few years. When grandma was about 80 years old I came home to visit and she was still on the go and asked me what I would like for supper as she wanted to cook for me. I asked for her roast beef that I had loved so much as a kid.
She made her special recipe for me and ----It tasted down right Blah. Nothing like I remembered and so wanted to taste again. What the heck had happend.???
I think my mom got it right when I cried on her shoulder, that as kids, we get hungry and will eat anything. Time goes on and we remember the happy times of our youth and the food we ate and come to as adults remember the meals we ate with abandon and connect them to our loved ones that cooked the meals.
This came home to me when my oldest daughter asked me to make the bean soup I had fed her and siblings when they were growing up.
I did so and she was not happy with the soup at all. My soup was nothing as she remembered it, same recipe, same stuff but the years had either changed her taste buds or without her siblings and her around the table as little kids ---things had changed.
We eat Holiday meals every year, that keeps the smell and taste the same, but if you go 15 years not eating a certain food, things happen.
Except for turkey and baked ham, bread baking in the oven or Cinnamon rolls.
What I ate as a kid and did not eat as an adult for years---things are not the same.
