Tummy wants wingy

Some chefs can make beef so tender you could cry. My wife can do that.

Some chefs can make a sauce so perfectly balanced that it sings with every bite. My wife can do that too.

But where many chefs fail is in creating a wickedly delightful, artery-clogging, football lovers dream dish. Not my wife, she can do that too.

Merrin made boneless buffalo wings last night for the Super Bowl fiesta at Chez Cooper and the were to die for. Seriously, it was all I could think about today.

Unfortunately, she's going to have to listen to me beg for them every week when she makes the grocery list until I'm a geezer & can't eat solid food. (Yep, they were that good!)

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3 thoughts on “Tummy wants wingy”

  1. I'd give you the recipe, but I don't have one. Also, I don't want to be responsible for your house smelling like a fast food joint, which mine did.

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