For years I’ve made the best Hot Wings. We like this one recipe better than any we’ve ever tried but . . I lost the recipe. It was a recipe I found probably 10 years ago on the internet. I thought I had it in my recipe files. I probably did . . in a computer I no longer have. Probably three hours were spent yesterday searching for that recipe. I hate it when that happens. There’s no reason to waste so much time when I could be quilting, or cleaning house. Forget cleaning house . . I’d rather search for a recipe! 🙂
Never did find the recipe but I remembered enough of it to make the wings. Part of what I love about this recipe is that the wings are fried crispy. Part of what I don’t like about this recipe is that when I fry them, they pop and splatter all over my kitchen. Today . . my brain must’ve been working overtime because I said to myself . . fry them outside on the gas burner!
It was kinda windy and I had to use the grill cover and chairs to build a shield to keep the wind from blowing out the fire. That’s what the black thing is . . my wind shield! Hey . . even if I couldn’t find my recipe, I’m still coming up with all these great ideas.
Despite the wind and a bit of a threat of rain, it was just gorgeous outside. I sat out there and knitted while the wings fried . . it’s still Socktober, you know? Here’s the view from my back deck:
That darned trash can! Can you believe it sneaks into my pictures. I wonder if Google has updated the picture of my house and removed this goofy blue trash can from the front of the house. I didn’t even notice it when I took the picture. I did notice the neighbor’s crappy back yard with all the junk vehicles and there are two more that aren’t in the picture. Guess they figure they can leave junk vehicles around if I can leave my trash can in plain view . . upside down at that. Trash man comes on Monday. I wash the can out, turn it upside down to dry and well, I guess it was still upside down on Wednesday. What can I say?
Here’s a better shot . . except my clothesline pole is in the way. Darn . . it’s hard to get decent pictures. But, aren’t those trees pretty? They get prettier each day.
The wings did get fried.
And the sauce was made from memory and it was fine.