Wing drama this weekend. While out in Houston this past weekend, the in laws planned on 5-6 couples coming over with their kids and we'd have a big Auburn party. Surpising how many Auburn couples were in this one community in Houston. People were bringing brisket (Which was infrickincredible) and finger foods but I volunteered to be wing man. I knew I was in foreign territory and out of my comfort zone..plus, I was gonna' be laying down about 100 wings this time. Aaaannd, I was cooking on gas instead of my coals. I was anxious...but determined.
Hit the store Saturday morning for the wings and all my spices, sauces etc. Wound up having to hit 3 different ones to find what I needed. Again, I was out of my element. But I was still on schedule. Decided to marinate half in zesty I talian on some of your recommendations. Good call, by the way. Hour and a half before game time....time to fire up the grill. Open it up and....what the F is this shit? The guts of this piece of shit are rusted out and crumbling. Fire it up and the best I can get is a way too hot flame shooting up towards the back side of the grill. The grill itself is rusty and covered in food gunk, probably cooked on there 6 months ago.
Look at my BIL...."Dude...really?". He's like, "You think I need a new grill?"
Can you get one here in the next 30 minutes? Frick. I got the job done and the little bird parts turned out AUsome, but I wound up doing exactly what I swore I would never do again, which is why I just mounted a TV on my back porch by man-pit. I missed a lot of the first quarter, running in and out of the house, checking the game and turning 100 wings. When you don't have a home game, you can never be too prepared. You have to check out your opponents equipment and get comfortable and familiar. Otherwise, wing drama is eminent.