OK, so this was totally my fault. My buddies, Sam, Jack and Tim wanted to watch the game. It was my brilliant idea to have a dinner-hockey watching-party. I thought id just cook my (self-proclaimed) world famous hot wings some fries, have a ton of beer and a ton of fun it would be great!
When I look back it was technically my fault but it was mostly Sam’s fault too. I was on the phone with him while I was making my (self-proclaimed) world famous marinade. I can’t tell you exactly what I put in it, because you may sell it to a food corporation and become a billionaire, which wouldn’t be fair. What I will tell you is they pack a punch.
I love spicy food so I have quite a high tolerance to spicy dishes. I tend to use Scotch Bonnet peppers and I am always very vigilant when putting them into my food because it’s a spicy pepper. However on this occasion Sam was telling me about his latest date, and to put it lightly he went into various details that have the power to distract a man.
Basically I forgot how many peppers I put in the marinade and added another one just to be sure and in my confusion I forgot to give it a taste and put it in the fridge without a second thought. Funnily enough the night of our dinner party/hockey fest I noticed that the wings were had a lot more color than usual, specifically red.
Just so you know that the best method of treating a spicy tongue is milk. Milk stops the spice in it’s tracks and instantly soothes you. People tend to go with water which actually makes spicy dishes more spicy. You should also know at this point I did not have a drop of milk in my house.
To cut a long story short, myself and the guys tucked into my wings and then proceeded to use every curse word we knew existed, along with some I’m sure we made up in our state of pain.
Some might see this as a disaster but I’ve got to say the fries and Hot Pockets I made were unquestionably awesome, so I’m calling it a win.