I'm not shy about admitting it. I hate chicken wings. Ever since my vegetarian phase in high school, I've been squeamish about eating chicken on the bone. I can handle a nice, juicy breast on the bone if it's done right (hello, Chester Fried!), but otherwise my domestic fowl needs all the bones and gristly bits removed before it crosses my dinner plate. I always picture the gruesome scene in John Waters' classic "Serial Mom" when the neighbor couple is eating chicken dinner and the camera lingers on close-ups of the couple's mouths ravaging a greasy bird in near-pornographic fashion, grunting and licking fingers during what would turn out to be their last meal before Kathleen Turner gave them the works. Chicken wings remind me of suburban football parties or a night out at Hooters - these things just aren't my style/OrangeTV, Get Out! North Idaho.
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on the bone. I can handle a nice, juicy breast on the bone if it's done right (hello, Chester Fried!), but otherwise my domestic fowl needs all the bones and gristly bits removed before it crosses my dinner plate. I always picture the gruesome scene in John Waters' classic "Serial Mom" when the neighbor couple is eating chicken dinner and the camera lingers on close-ups of the couple's mouths ravaging a greasy bird in near-pornographic fashion, grunting and licking fingers during what would turn out to be their last meal before Kathleen Turner gave them the works. Chicken wings remind me of suburban football parties or a night out at Hooters - these things just aren't my style/OrangeTV, Get Out! North Idaho.
