Maybe you see a lot of red-and-white buckets at the table, but homemade fried chicken's still kicking.(Knight Ridder Newspapers) From: Knight Ridder/Tribune News Service | Date: June 27, 2002| Author: Ward, Carol J.G. | COPYRIGHT 2002 Knight-Ridder/Tribune News Service. This material is published under license from the publisher through the Gale Group, Farmington Hills, Michigan.  All inquiries regarding rights should be directed to the Gale Group.Copyright information

As Sunday worship service ends, women wearing colorful summer dresses and men shrugging off jackets carry into the church gym Tupperware and crockpots, cake platters and casseroles filled with side dishes and desserts.

But plunked down right at the head of the tablecloth-covered folding tables are bright boxes and buckets of store-bought fried chicken.

This could be any church on any Sunday in South Carolina, any family reunion at any picnic shelter or any st...