Ode to Hot Wings

Most of my posts tend to be long and drawn out. So I'd like to do something short and sweet for you here, today.

I'd like to tell you about something very near and dear to my heart, something I love intensely.

I love Hot Wings.

The best part of my week is going out with my two best friends and a few coworkers. We gather around a table, drink delightful cocktails, and pig out on Hot Wings. I'm talkin', we eat hot wings like we get paid to eat them. Last time? We had ordered 60 hot wings. Sixty! Between three people!

I can appreciate all wings. The weird flavored ones (I have a particular fondness for Garlic Parmesan), super sloppy sauced wings, bone-in, boneless. I've never met a hot wing I didn't like.

Once at home, we unintentionally ordered the "Holy Fucking Hot!" Wings. Talk about pain. Our mouths burned for a good 3 hours. But they were so good.

My all-time favorite wings are Naked Hot Wings from Hooters. But Applebees Traditional Bone-In Hot Wings are a close second.

Occasionally I like to use dipping sauce (Ranch, none of this Blue Cheese shit). The celery is the second best part to Hot Wings. I prefer wings that don't have as much sauce (I feel like they're hotter) and I try to eat 'em as hot as I can stand it.

It always amazes me to watch people eat hot wings. There's people who stick the whole thing in their mouth and pull the bone out clean. My mom tends to get sauce all over her face, then her face burns all night. I have no respect for anyone who eats bone-in wings with a fork.
I personally, hold my wings between my index finger and thumb, and eat them slowly. Mostly to savor them. But also because it's less likely for me to get sauce on my face or my shirt (Any time I eat there is a 99% guarantee that it will end up on my shirt)

Just thinking about hot wings and my mouth waters.

I love you, Hot Wings.