Yesterday I woke up hungry for chicken wings.
Devilled chicken wings.
It's a winter dish that I cook several times between Easter and October.
It is still hot here, but a cool change with a little rain is on the way, so I'd say autumn is in sight.
Way off in the distance, but if you squint your eyes a bit.....
It would appear that my stomach is heartily sick of lettuce and whatever other salad ingredient I happen to have on hand, so I checked the fridge for lemon juice, (yes, got some), put on a load of washing and headed to the shop for chicken wings.
Got home, hung out the washing and got busy in the kitchen.
Measure, mix, peel, chop, stir, put the whole lot in a baking dish, put into pre-heated oven and clean up the mess.
Turn on the computer and read blogs etc while waiting for that delicious devilled chicken wings aroma to spread from kitchen to living room.
Oh....there it is...yum.
So, devilled chicken wings, mashed potato and broccoli for dinner last night.
Tonight? Leftover wings, chips (home made), and the last of that delicious baking sauce.
Heated of course.
And broccoli, since there is half a head left from yesterday.
I have a happy tummy.
There is only so much lettuce I can take. I wasn't raised on daily salad, to my mum lettuce is rabbit food, (her dad raised prize winning rabbits), so it never made an appearance on our table. I've learned to eat salad, but only so much and not every day.
My tummy was definitely saying enough is enough on the lettuce front.
We did eat potato and bacon salad in my childhood, but only in summer, and not too often.
In my mum's eyes, if food wasn't cooked it couldn't be eaten. Dinner was hot food, breakfast was hot cooked porridge....fried eggs.....you get the idea.
I'm fairly sure I've posted the recipe for these, maybe last year, maybe the year before.....but I'll post it again if anybody asks. It doesn't have to be wings either, drumsticks work just as well.