Last Sunday night I was watching SNF. I made dinner once the game came on and kiddos were asleep — wings, obviously, smoked on the Traeger and then crisped off on a Weber (charcoal) grill.
My wife came outside to our outdoor bar where I was having alone time with my bones, buffalo/bbq sauce, and ranch, and she said, “you’re a gavone eating out of a mixing bowl”……so be it.
To prove her wrong and leverage my decency, I ordered random restaurant paraphernalia — along with brining, bartering, and deepfrying.
They’re much crisper than they appear.
I’m also a rabid dog for sauce. I had a whole side quart.
Behold.
by RangEER90
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Your wife still asks?
Why don’t you like, eat with your partner instead of sitting around eating chicken wings alone? I’m pretty sure that’s what she was getting at.