perfect chicken wings

This is Chris, not Lesley, that's why this post will be sassy and relevant to the men of this blog, which is my dad.

Goals are important, the lofty-er the better, and this one is the Shaqille O'neal of goals. My faviorte food is wings of the chicken varity. That's right, bone in, man style chicken wings. I can talk at nauseum about the subject, good wings, bad wings, flavors, wings that cost to much, wings that make me feel manish, wings for chicks, you name it, I can do it. But one adventure I have never taken is to make my own wings. I have always been of the opionion that a professioal can always do "it" better (hints the dream team and electritions) until now. My new life/year goal is to make and design the perfect chicken wings to my own extreamly high standards. It will not be easy, in fact there will be tears and yelling and fighting and maybe even a little prayer, but my vow to you is that I will achive this goal. And when I do, I will have everybody I know over to my house to taste and admire wing greatness.

This is our first attempt at perfection. The flavor we are looking for is hot but tangy. A wing that says, "hello sir, I am here, I am good and tangy but I am not annoying. I demand your respect, but I do not demand a drink of water to cool the tounge." Last night our first batch of wings said, "I am a hot mamma jamma and I make no apoliges for it, so drink up sissy boy." I would give those wings a 6/10. Over the next couple of months/years we will update you on our quest. Wing Speed.