March 26, 2022 – Photoblog

It was between this pic and a picture of burnt wings. The burnt wings would have more accurately represented the evening, but I felt so lucky to have had my camera out and looking up when this helicopter whizzed by that I had to use this photo instead.

I was on my way to corner store to pick up the raw chicken wings and their necessary accoutrements, the whole day prior to this moment being spent lazily reading A Game of Thrones. Since I will never be rewatching the show, the books are my chance to live the best parts again. Anyway, got the wings home and the terrors began. I don’t know if it’s our oven, or if it’s just our lack of wing talent, but every wing night something seems to go wrong. This time, after baking for more than an hour, the little scumbags were still pale and soft. It makes no logical sense, but in this german kitchen, american style wings are seemingly impossible to the point of bending the laws of physics. The heat was HIGH. I’m talking like 480F. So, fed up, buffalo and garlic-parm dressings waiting, I switched the oven to broiler-mode and moved those suckers up to the top rack. Try to stay soft and pale now, idiots.

Well, I’m the idiot. The first side went well. finally some crispy spots blossoming out of the pale. I flipped them, assured of my success. But three minutes later, upon my return, wisps of smoke were already escaping the top of the oven door. This can’t be good. I opened the door to a plume of wing-smoke, caking me in its misty particulate like a naked dorito getting sprayed with its msg seasoning. I waved the oven mitt in front of me, clearing the opaque smoke to see what evil I had done. Oh yeah, them wings was burnt. Extra crispy. Part of me was relieved, because if they had stayed pale I would be writing this from a psych-ward. But damn that time window was small.

We ate them. They were alright. Decided to just order them from somewhere next time and ‘americanize’ them at home (nobody knows wtf buffalo sauce is here, it’s kind of tragic). Still, a chill saturday.

See you tomorrow,

Nick

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