I managed to google chicken wing sauce, take the first result in google for 'chicken wing sauce' and had it all eaten before I got any.
A bottle of Franks hot sauce, a fifth of a kilo of butter, 2 tablespoons of vinegar, worcester sauce, garlic powder and that dangerous smelling redshit in the spice cabinet. Stick it on some wings, let 'em soak for a bit tyhen stick them on a BBQ until they're done and then leave the rest as dipping and it's fucking golden.
The sauce was great and the wings turned out well enough that they got nommed bofre I got any. But I did get to put the sauce on a hot dog.
A bottle of Franks hot sauce, a fifth of a kilo of butter, 2 tablespoons of vinegar, worcester sauce, garlic powder and that dangerous smelling redshit in the spice cabinet. Stick it on some wings, let 'em soak for a bit tyhen stick them on a BBQ until they're done and then leave the rest as dipping and it's fucking golden.
The sauce was great and the wings turned out well enough that they got nommed bofre I got any. But I did get to put the sauce on a hot dog.
I love the smell of rotaries in the morning. You know one time, I got to work early, before the rush hour. I walked through the empty carpark, I didn't see one bloody Prius or Golf. And that smell, you know that gasoline smell, the whole carpark, smelled like.... ....speed.
One day they're going to ban them.