The missus won't let me buy one. She hates the smell of the oil and claims it infests the kitchen.
You know, in all my years in England I have yet to find a restaurant that deep fries its chicken wings. And baking them is heinous.
I trust you know the buffalo wing recipe? 2/3 Durkee Franks hot sauce, 1/3 melted butter, wings served with blue cheese dressing on the side?
God I need to be in a sports bar in NY right now.
You must take control of your woman. A deep fat fryer makes life better. Some people have them set up in the garage, or utility room, that sort of thing, but modern ones tend to keep the smell in.
Yes, there's a decent 'How to cook perfect buffalo wings' article by Felicity Cloake in the Guardian which works well for me.
She is the love of my life, b. I exist only to please her. One milligram of her happiness is worth 10 tonnes of my own to me. I would prepare her roast chicken every day if she asked, and I would do it with a smile and a cheerful heart.
She's still not getting bread sauce though. Fúck that.
Hmmm - I may have to float the garage idea past her, no way will I get one in the kitchen.
Do you know they're called buffalo wings because they were popularized in Buffalo, NY? An absolute sh1thole of a city in the middle of the snow belt in upper NY state. We used to drive down there just to have the wings. The standard sports bar back then in Buffalo had no menu. If you asked for one they laughed and said 'we have wings and we have pizza. Tell us how hot you want the wings and what you want on your pizza'.
Pitchers of lager, buckets of hot wings, plates of pizza and the NFL games on about 25 screens.