I make great wings. I don’t usually brag, but if I can’t say here, where can I say it?

It started this summer. I went to Rochester, NY to see my brother. He took me to a bar to some great wings, in Buffalo. What could be better than buffalo wings, in Buffalo? It was great we ordered the Suicide wings. The waitress sized us up and tried to talk us out of it.

“They’re very hot.” She said with a trace of pity in her voice.
“Great!” I exclaimed.

She gave me a look that said, it’s your funeral, and walked away. They were hot. I loved them. We gorged ourselves and a good time was had by all. On the way out, i bought a gallon of their suicide wing sauce. I figured it would be great for football season.

Football season rolled around, and i bought a big old bad of frozen wings and baked them up. I put the suicide sauce on half of them and regular wing sauce on the rest. They were …. ahhh …. OK. I said to my wife, “Wife, have some more wings!” And she said, “No thanks, I don’t like them.” I love being married to a woman who is honest. This was not the result I was hoping for.

Over the last 9 weeks, I’ve been working to improve the wings. Every week, taking what has been successful and trying to improve on it. And every week, offering my latest batch to my wife to see if she likes them. And finally, I have succeeded. The proof came last week. I ordered a pizza and an order of wings from Domino’s. My wife started on the wings before i had a chance.

“How are the wings,” I asked.
“You’ll be disappointed.” She said.
“Why?”
“Because they are not as good as yours.”

I tasted the wings, and she was right. What do you know, I do make great wings. It’s a small victory, but it makes me feel so good.