As a kid growing up in the south, my mother’s fried chicken earned the number one spot on my favorite foods list. Years passed before I realized the legs weren’t the best part. At extended family dinners, my cousins and I competed for the wishbone, not to eat but break. None of us cared for the wings, and they usually ended up as leftovers for my father’s lunch. Somewhere along the way, folks added hot sauce to those leftovers and created a culinary sensation. But not for me. Bone in or out, regardless of the sauce flavor, I’ll always pass on chicken wings. What’s your opinion of them?
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