On vacation last summer, we spent a dreary, drizzly day touring the USS Wisconsin, a naval warship dry docked in Norfolk, Va. We spent hours on the ship, where a very enthusiastic and loquacious World War II-era volunteer (who had served on the ship) taught us how to tie every kind of knot that you might ever need in your whole entire lifetime. He went into great detail. Very great detail.
Point being, by the time we ended that adventure, we were hungry. No, starving.
Being in unfamiliar territory, we didn’t want to venture too far off the beaten path to look for lunch. I was willing to Google some great places to eat, but the teenagers in the backseat weren’t as accommodating. We ended up eating at a national chain restaurant that served chicken wings.
Now, you KNOW I love buffalo chicken, so I ordered the buffalo chicken hot wings.
Oh. My. Goodness. Gracious.
I love hot food. I love spicy food. I love hot, spicy food.
However, for whatever reason, these wings bamboozled me, setting my mouth (and my stomach) on fire. No amount of water quelled the flames I was facing (and I wasn’t desperate enough to drink milk, even though dairy products are the most effective at cutting the heat from fiery foods).
I swore I would never eat wings again.
That was until I was tempted to try a frozen brand from Brookshire’s. You know how the “never” word works!
Foster Farms Hot & Spicy Buffalo Wings ARE hot and spicy, but not enough to require an oral lavage and case of antacids.
They bake up crispy, yet saucy, and have a deep tang with a burst of flavor that satisfies all the senses.
Best of all, you don’t have to work with the raw chicken; you just pop them in the oven and heat them quickly.
These have become a favorite in our household, and I’ll keep choosing them over mouth-burning, stomach-churning wings any day.