If I left dinner plans up to my little guy, here’s what it would look like for the week: wings on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, the weekend. Repeat.
Is it it me or is that a really odd choice for an 11-year-old to be obsessed with? With that, I’m turning to Bon Appetit for a little help in variation.
These did not disappoint. While he may not have loved shishito peppers like I did, he had me beat on the wing count. The sight of his sauce-smeared face and bone-filled plate was nearly enough to make me lose my appetite. It’s like a ravenous dog tore through the wings. If this is a small indication of what teenage eating is going to be like, I’m thinking a table manners class might be a good investment.
All that aside, since our team is out of the playoffs, we have a friendly wager between Golden State and Cleveland. Loser has to pick up the other’s chores for the week. I cannot wait to see his Warriors get knocked out and then watch all 4’8” of him wash my big Suburban.
I might just make the agony of defeat that much more stinging by eating a batch of these wings while he is on car wash duty. Thankfully the little guy can take as good of a ribbing as he gives, so from now until the winner is determined, I’ll be busy trashing talking his team and cooking up a more game day eats for the NBA Playoff.