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Food Memory
Nov. 30th, 2011 09:54 pmOne day back when my fiancé, Brian, was working at a gas station, he was sent by his co-workers to a local wing joint to get the spiciest wings he could buy for them for lunch. When he got there, he ordered the extra, extra, hot wings. While he waited for his order to be filled, a friend of his came in and ordered the nuclear wings. Those weren't on the menu. He asked his friend about them and she said, "Oh, you have to be in the know to know these wings exist." So, Brian told the person who took his order to change it to the nuclear hot wings. The person behind the counter laughed and said, "Okay. It's your funeral."
When the wings came out, they were NEON PINK.
He took the wings back to work and showed them to his co-workers. They approved and sat down to eat them. The wings were so damn hot that after the third wing Brian ate, he could no longer eat them, not because of the heat but because the sauce had burned his lips so much that he was afraid they'd blister if he continued to eat them. Only one of his co-workers was able to finish his own portion. Everyone else gave up after two or three.
This happened quite a few years before I had met Brian, and unfortunately the place he bought the nuclear wings from had closed down by then, so I'll never be able to experience the nuclear wings that he did all those years ago. I would have really liked to try those wings, the pepperhead that I am.
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When the wings came out, they were NEON PINK.
He took the wings back to work and showed them to his co-workers. They approved and sat down to eat them. The wings were so damn hot that after the third wing Brian ate, he could no longer eat them, not because of the heat but because the sauce had burned his lips so much that he was afraid they'd blister if he continued to eat them. Only one of his co-workers was able to finish his own portion. Everyone else gave up after two or three.
This happened quite a few years before I had met Brian, and unfortunately the place he bought the nuclear wings from had closed down by then, so I'll never be able to experience the nuclear wings that he did all those years ago. I would have really liked to try those wings, the pepperhead that I am.
This is my entry for Week 6 of
therealljidol. It is a true story. And now I want hot wings.
