I watched Alton Brown make some buffalo wings the other night, and even though buffalo wings kinda creep me out, it was an entertaining show. Lloyd, as you may know, LOVES buffalo wings – they are often a staple at Bad Movie Night.
At Wal-Mart today, I bought some chicken legs to boil for chicken broth to keep around for soup. I really only need the bones for this purpose, and wondered what to do to them so we could eat the meat tonight. Why not buffalo legs!? Genius!
Yeah, no.
Turns out that we only like chicken legs that have been fried, fried, fried until they are so crispy they cut your lips. I baked these guys naked (heh heh, naked guys) in a 450 degree oven for about 50 minutes then tossed them in their respective sauces (jarred pesto for me, our hot sauce-mustard-butter-creation for Lloyd), and dug in. Bleh. We spent a couple of minutes wondering, “Are these done inside?” and really, if you have to ask, they probably aren’t. So they went back into the ripping hot oven for 15 minutes more, but were still…..soft…inside. Soft, like, ‘I’m going to die of food poisoning tonight’ soft’, even though they were totally done. We ate celery and bread.
The bread was excellent.