In case recent salacious revelations about his and Whitney Houston’s sexual proclivities weren’t crazy enough, Bobby Brown has raised the bar with a tale of finger lickin’ cocaine chicken.
One night, when both parents were away, Brown thought he would put his culinary skills to the test after learning his way around the kitchen from his mom. The then 10-year-old Bobby thought it would be nice to cook a fried chicken dinner for his family.
“So I decided to use the large bag of flour I found in the freezer to make some fried chicken. I got the chicken parts out of the refrigerator and covered a bunch of pieces in the flour. Then I dropped them in a pan of sizzling oil. I was 10. So I didn’t realize the strangely pungent smell emanating from the pan. When the chicken pieces were nice and brown, I figured I was done. After I had taken a few bites and feeling weirder with each bite, my mother walked in the door.
At first, she was smiling at the idea that her little Bobby had made dinner. Then her gaze swept across the kitchen as she got hit with the full brunt of the scene, the smell, the mess, the powder. With horror, she realized what I had done. I fried chicken in her cocaine — a radical new addition to the family’s culinary offerings. Cocaine chicken.” Brown recalls in his memoir Every Little Step.
Brown thought his mother, Carole Brown, had upgraded their apartment door to heavy black metal to keep solicitors from constantly pestering the family. The idea of his mom was peddling drugs to make ends meet never occurred to him.
“My little sister and I thought my parents were petrified of the Jehovah’s Witnesses because of how they scurried whenever the missionaries came knocking,” said Brown.
Though his mom never told him the “flour” he used to fry the chicken was cocaine, Bobby was later able to figure it out.
“It wasn’t until months later that I truly understood what was going on in my home and what my mother was selling through the heavy black door,” Brown revealed.
