enchanted_one1975
Resident Lycanthrope
I am addicted to hot wings. Fortunately, none that I get on the road can compare to what I make at home. Unfortunately, the hotter I make them the more I get used to them and then I need more and more heat in the next batch. Typically I cut my fresh wings in sections and stick them in a huge ziplock. I then pour in various hot sauces and/or seasonings. They will sit in there at least overnight but I have frozen them in the sauce for months before too. Don't bother breading them. Bake them low and long until the sauce no longer wet. Well last month, when I was home, I sure outdid myself...
I bought a Ronco meat injecting kit off of eBay. I then went to WalMart and looked for the hottest sauce I could find. I spotted it. Louisiana Habernero Hot Sauce. I grabbed three bottles. Hey they were small bottles and I had 5 pounds of chicken to operate on. I cut my wings in sections and poured hot sauce in a bowl. I filled the syringe and injected each wing section as to assure a good amount of heat inside as well as out. When they had all been injected with "flavor" they sat in the fridge overnight. I made them with dinner. When I opened the oven the fumes made me feel like I was in the CS gas Chamber in basic training again. The kids felt it in the next room. Wow they were hot. I could barely get four wing segments down in a sitting. Well I figured my neighbor likes spicy stuff so I brought them over there. He bit into one, saw the red inside, and told me they weren't cooked. About three seconds later he spat his dentures out, pushed his wife aside, and started scrambling for a glass of milk to cool things down. He handed me my bag and told me to never bring him food again.
So I went home and stuck them in the fridge. I wound up home alone the next day so I picked at them. I think I got twelve more into my stomach in the course of the day. That was a mistake. I had to go back to work the next day and the drop yard I park my truck at is almost two hours from the house. I had to stop to expel wings three times during that drive. I think my fiance threw the rest out.
The moral of the story? Be careful what you wish for. You just may get it. In this case, I will never wish for a hotter hot wing. I now know my limits.
I bought a Ronco meat injecting kit off of eBay. I then went to WalMart and looked for the hottest sauce I could find. I spotted it. Louisiana Habernero Hot Sauce. I grabbed three bottles. Hey they were small bottles and I had 5 pounds of chicken to operate on. I cut my wings in sections and poured hot sauce in a bowl. I filled the syringe and injected each wing section as to assure a good amount of heat inside as well as out. When they had all been injected with "flavor" they sat in the fridge overnight. I made them with dinner. When I opened the oven the fumes made me feel like I was in the CS gas Chamber in basic training again. The kids felt it in the next room. Wow they were hot. I could barely get four wing segments down in a sitting. Well I figured my neighbor likes spicy stuff so I brought them over there. He bit into one, saw the red inside, and told me they weren't cooked. About three seconds later he spat his dentures out, pushed his wife aside, and started scrambling for a glass of milk to cool things down. He handed me my bag and told me to never bring him food again.
The moral of the story? Be careful what you wish for. You just may get it. In this case, I will never wish for a hotter hot wing. I now know my limits.
