Monday, July 6, 2009

Burning

Gllen is famous for making these spicy-as-hell wings. I think he picked up the recipe from the food network, but ever since I've been dating him, he's been making these fire-hot wings, so at this point I feel this recipe is truly his own. I remember a time when I was constantly nauseated and unappetized by even the most juicy fast food hamburger... he made these wings and I practically inhaled them. However, the miracle wings come with a price: the process in which he cooks them involves walking through purgatory.

He literally sautes about six habanero peppers and then adds Louisiana hot sauce and honey. This process fills the entire house with the equivalent of the deadliest mace on the market. As he cooks, he coughs and sneezes and I'm sure I've heard our neighbors doing the same. I try to retreat, but the poisonous aromatics follow wherever you go.

He makes about 6 pounds of chicken anytime he does this recipe, so that he'll be able to eat wings for days. Today, he was reheating a portion of the batch he made yesterday. As he sat down on the couch to eat, he had barely taken a bite before he got up again to turn off the fan that was blowing in cool night air. I asked him why he would turn the fan off, knowing that his most hated physically ailment is being hot. He responds, "It cools off the wings too fast." As if anything could extinguish the fires of hell.

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