05/17/2022
“The generally-agreed-upon story goes like this: Thornton Prince III—a “roamer” according to his grand-niece—came home late one evening, which, in and of itself, was nothing new. Prince was a handsome man, lanky and long-armed, but well put together thanks to the years of manual labor he’d endured as a sharecropper’s son.
Prince’s rampant carousing had aroused the ire of his girlfriend(s) before, but this time it sparked a fire he couldn’t contain. His girlfriend at the time had heard it all before: the excuses, the fact-fudging, the flat-out falsehoods. Finally she decided enough was enough, and began to hatch a plan that would focus his wandering eyes.
Exhausted by it all, and bent on revenge, she set about her kitchen, eyeing the options. Knives were a no-go. But there are other ways to hurt a man, we can imagine her thinking, and if the way to a man’s heart is indeed through his stomach, then maybe it was high time to make his burn.
There’s an old axiom that revenge is a dish best served cold. Prince’s girlfriend took the opposite tact. Sometime the next morning, she made him his favorite, a fried chicken breakfast. Only she knows exactly the process she went through to spice the bird to the point where it caused pain worthy of a punishment, but suffice it to say that it involved a heaping helping of cayenne pepper. The goal was to light him up, make him feel as red-hot as her heretofore-repressed rage.
Then a weird thing happened: He liked it. He loved it, in fact. He loved it so much that he immediately set about attempts to replicate it.”
From “The Hot Chicken Cookbook” by Timothy Charles Davis