We were supposed to have some folks over to eat wings and catch a bit of the game on Sunday, but that all fell through when I got sick. I ended up making a half-hearted attempt at throwing some wings together in the oven (of all things).
I’m not even going to share the recipe – save that it involved pomegranate molasses and much disappointment.
Do you ever think that some days your only purpose on earth is to serve as a warning to others? This was one of those days. Nasty, hot-oil burned taste from the oven plus a sour marinade. This was not one of my finer moments.
Why not zero stars? Well, they were still wings after all. Not rutabagas. We ate almost all of them anyway.