chicken wangs and thangs.
remember 25 cent wing night in high school? that was the jean vest of the era. if only i’d known that one day i’d be saddling up to a bar in 4 inch heels to buy a $15 glass of wine, i probably would’ve joined that club where you have to eat 100 wings in like 5 minutes.
but you know, hindsight.
it was a weekend full of celebrating. i turned 25 (again), drank bottles of wine (understatement), and dined on the mothership of pizza, the hut. it was a cold, rainy saturday and so it was time to roll up the sleeves and get down to it.
and as we were celebrating me still being young, wings were deemed the answer. i mean they sort of always are. it’s practically un-American to not like wings.
so here’s the thing. i was with my family, have you not heard that i turned 25 again? i know, i don’t look a day over 19 how can it be? my family has that whole unconditional love rule they have to follow (cosmic rules) so they were the vip guests at my big celebration. do i sound like stassi from vanderpump rules yet?
i’ve always been a little convinced that a stork really did drop me on my parents doorstep. for starters – my sister and brother are like blonde hair, blue eyed versions of slender man. it’s annoying. then there’s the whole i’m a nerd thing and they’re all like “i get 150,000 likes on instagram when i post a photo of a tree.” i usually get 4 likes – because that’s how many people are in my immediate family.
and then there’s the whole palette thing. i could eat sriracha like a bowl of soup and bite straight into a raw onion and put garlic in my perfume. i love flavor and spice and herbs and dishes inspired by cuisines all over the world. my sister doesn’t like sushi. my brother in law believes only barbecue sauce is a condiment. my parents think onion is poison. and my brother thinks rice cakes are a food group. (love you all, thanks so much for the presents!).
so spice was out. what now? then i birthed honey barbecue wings and double rainbows came out to play.
i’m telling you. i got my mother to eat chicken wings, the pope must be a scientologist. she liked them too, she actually liked them!
(also, i realize the photos are not great, but i had .13 seconds before the vultures descended up on me to eat them)
- 2 lbs chicken wings, wing tips removed and halved (about 18 wings)
- 3/4 cup favorite bbq sauce (sweet baby ray’s, duh)
- 1/2 cup honey
- 1/8 cup ketchup
- 3 tlbs worchestershire sauce
- preheat oven to 400 degrees F.
- mix together everything but the wings
- place chicken wings in large storage ziploc bag, top with 3/4 sauce and shake around until covered
- place in oven safe dish, no overlap
- cook for 10 minutes on each side, brushing with additional sauce before turning over
- then broil for 3-5 minutes until nice and crispy!