Lisa transferred the baking powder enhanced wings from their calm cool repose onto parchment paper and into a fiery 450 degree F oven while I went to the store to get condiments. Here they are on their way to crackling crispy goodness:
Forty minutes later (with a turn in the middle) - golden brown perfection!
Here's a close-up of a couple of these crispy beauties:
All that was left to do was add a bit more heat:
Note, the orange glow - first concocted on the first wing night I had in graduate school and clinically proven to warm the gut for hours on end (sorry Lisa).
All that was left was to add some chopped carrots and celery (as is tradition), and something to make you forget the heat - home made breadsticks - and voila!
A respectable recreation of a meal we previously could only get in Davis, CA. Sorry Steve's Pizza, we'll take it from here.
Let me just say, these wings came out way better than I expected and certainly satisfied my lingering craving. Paired with a couple beers (Copper Hook for Lee, Dunkelweizen for Lisa) - sheer culinary bliss. Lisa's quote for the evening: "Smells like a pizzeria in here ... that's not a bad thing".
Another thing worth mentioning, the chicken alone (sans heat) tastes excellent. Lia certainly enjoyed her share.
The final word for this post: Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
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DUDE!!!!
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