Finger-lickin’ security

I’m not a big fan of KFC… in fact, I can’t remember the last time I ate it.  However, I did read this article today regarding the Colonel’s secret recipe of 11 herbs and spices which is being moved while they upgrade the security in the facility where it is kept.

The story reads like something out of a spy novel.  In fact, you’d think that what they were guarding was the launch codes for America’s nuclear arsenal, not a handwritten recipe for fried chicken.  Turns out, the recipe is kept in a safe and that safe needs an upgrade.  An independent security firm was hired to oversee said upgrade and during the process will take possession of the recipe and move it to an undisclosed location (in a briefcase handcuffed to someone’s wrist, no less).

Even more interesting is the corporate security structure in place to protect the recipe.  From the article:

It takes many moving parts to keep the secret Original Recipe under wraps. Only two KFC executives know the finger-lickin’ recipe of 11 herbs and spices. A third executive knows the combination to the safe where the handwritten recipe resides. Less than a handful of KFC employees know the identities of the three executives, who are not allowed to travel together on the same plane or in the same car for security reasons.

The specific details of the secret recipe of herbs and spices are shrouded in secrecy, even among the suppliers who produce and blend it. Multiple suppliers are involved in the process, bound by strict secrecy agreements, and none of the individual suppliers know the entire formula. To further safeguard the secret recipe, KFC does not identify the suppliers involved in producing and blending the recipe.

That’s a lot of layers for one recipe.  What I don’t understand is that with only 11 herbs and spices, no one can figure this thing out after all of these years?

I’d be remiss if I didn’t end this posting with one of my favorite lines from the movie Spaceballs:

“What’s the matter, Colonel Sanders?  Chicken?!”

Enjoy your morning.

Chris Berman has jumped the shark

I don’t think that there’s a better example of someone doing the same schtick for a longer time and getting away with it than Chris Berman.  I mean, really?  Can I hear, ‘He… could… go… all… the… way!” one more time?  It’s the same crap, year after year.  That’s the problem with being a ‘gimmick’ sportscaster, it gets real old, real quick.

This is not to say that Berman doesn’t offer some good insights, but you have wade through a sea of diarrhea to reach and island of crap. Ok, that didn’t make much sense, but whatever. You know what I mean.

Baby Soul Train

I have a brother.  That brother has a child.  That child will most likely grow up extremely maladjusted due to the action of the aforementioned brother.  However, until that materializes, the stuff that he makes my nephew do is pretty funny.  Watch and laugh.

I believe a shout-out is in order

I just learned today that my very dear friend, Ari Zeiger, has begun writing a blog. If ever the medium was invented for a particular individual, Ari was it. His writing style is self-reverential, filled with tons of big SAT words that I find myself having to look up.  There’s never a time when I read his writing that I don’t learn something.  That something may be a new word, something described in a way I never thought possible, or just how long-winded he can be.  Nevertheless, it’s something.

Let me be the first to welcome his blog onto this mess we call the internet. His first post, true to form, is a good one.  I encourage you to read and comment.  I know there will be many more.