First sentence: At lot of people don't know this, but my real passion, besides being inside ladies, is cooking.


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Ditto. I assume it's satire? But I didn't really want to continue.

As someone that fancies herself to be pretty good at making wings, I ignored the commentary and went to the recipe. Honestly, I hadn't even seen the offending first sentence.

My recipe isn't that different, although I do a dry rub, let marinate for a while, then bake, then do the sauce (Franks Red Hot + butter, the original and best way to dress a wing, as I am a Buffalonian.) I don't deep fry, which I know might be sacrilege to some, but I hate my apartment smelling like grease for a week. Plus, wings have plenty of fat so if you bake them at a screaming hot temp they turn out pretty good.

Serve with blue cheese (Never Ranch. Ever.) and celery sticks.

I wasn't offended, just excluded, I guess.

I should try baking wings instead of deep frying them - we don't have a deep-fryer so we just use a dangerously-unstable stainless steel pot that I'm super-afraid will tip over and scar me for life. :)

Yeah, they do sound like some decent wings.

Baked in a super-hot oven is a pretty okay way to cook 'em, I think.