I ate chicken that made by my aunt in Thanksgiving break. It was pretty amazing! I could even smell it before I got into the door. That was a kind of familiar smell which I grown up with. My grandma used to cook it for me when I was a child. It was the combination of meat, oil, and sauce. The fire and oil made those wings of chicken become gold and orange. However, it was not fried; it was boiled in the pot with many special ingredients, so that the chicken did not taste greasy. When I ate it, I could felt the appropriate amount of salt and pepper, and even the taste of leaves. Moreover, sugar was necessary in this meal. It is because sugar could mix all the ingredients together, and made me feel a much deeper smell of the chicken itself. The chicken meat was not old. Instead, it could almost melt in my mouth. Its skin and meat became separated when I ate it with rice. I love this chicken especially its feeling of childhood.