Neighbor's Fried Chicken

When I was living in San Juan, Manila, Philippines, I and some friend would hang out at the the street corner every weekend. We went there for a great occasion. Our next door neigbor would be deep frying whole chickens in her kitchen with the back door opened wide. The smell was wonderful nothing like I ever smelled before in my entire young life. I always associated fried chicken, whole ones, as the height of luxury and great taste. My friends and I would dream of being invited to eat one of those succulent chickens. The crispy skin, the delicous meat and the enticing aroma would dance in our heads making us sigh. Mind you, we were not starving children, we ate pretty well as a middle class income family, but the luxury of a whole deep fried chicken was a little beyond the budget. I still have flashback of those days when innocence and youth makes eating a fried chicken a holy grail to be achieved. I ate my share of chickens since then, but I can still smell that aroma on it's meandering danced from our neighbor's kitchen to the street corner.