One of my favorite songs is this, and it turns out to be written by Charlie Chaplin. I only remember it as recorded by Nat King Cole. My favorite old-time song was always Bye, Bye Blackbird.
Yes, I watched parts of the Michael Jackson memorial today and Ms. Hudson just blew me away, hearing brother Jermaine singing “Smile” was beautiful.
But this is about food, and I’m not about to cook Blackbird, though the red-winged variety are wreaking havoc with the cranes these days. The food story today was by Magic Johnson, who was asked what he wanted by Jackson’s chef. His dinner was brought along with a bucket of KFC for Michael.
Real guy? Dad? Christ-like images on screen. No doubt this homage, tastefully done, will be packaged and exploited for years. By whom, that is the question. Does KFC have a stake in this? Just kidding on that one. Dee
Cooking with Dee 