Super Crispy Super Bowl Chicken Wings

9 Jan

Hi Gang,

I decided to re-blog one of my favorite posts in time for you to prepare the crispiest chicken wings for this year’s game.

Buy your chicken wings early. The key ingredient is fresh chicken wings, so buy them a day or two before Superbowl Sunday because you need to prep them the day before you make them

Plan B- If you have to buy frozen chicken wings, defrost and toss them with salt and refrigerate for 24-36 hours instead of overnight as the recipe below suggests. Hopefully, the extra moisture from frozen wings will be drawn out given the extra amount of time.

Congratulations! Your quest for super crispy chicken wings has finally come to an end!

Enjoy!

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SUPER CRISPY SUPERBOWL CHICKEN WINGS

(This is a recipe that will have ‘em worshiping the ground you walk on

during football season…heck, for any season or any reason!)

With only a few days under my belt, this neophyte blogger is taking baby-steps and probably will be for some time, however; I don’t want a week to go by without posting. I promised little snippets of happiness and I’m pulling out the big guns today because it is my wish that you to ‘follow’ my blog and stick around!

Superbowl Sunday is fast-approaching, so I’m divulging my most prized recipe for the crispiest chicken wings ever. They come out perfectly seasoned and are so crispy and delicious you won’t even want to dip them…yet a smattering of bleu cheese never hurt anybody.

The KEY-

Fresh chicken pieces

Salting the chicken 12 hours or overnight to remove moisture

Twice-frying the chicken- 8 min. at 275° to poach, drain on wire rack, then 2 min. at 375° to crisp

…that’s it

Ingredients:

5 LBS. – Fresh chicken wings and drummettes (frozen wings contain too much moisture)

4 Tbsp. – Kosher salt

4 Cups- Canola or vegetable oil (Do not use olive oil as the smoke point is too low)

Directions:

Place chicken in a large bowl, then sprinkle with salt and toss to coat. Transfer chicken pieces to a baking sheet and arrange in a single layer. Cover with plastic wrap and refrigerate for 12 hours.

When ready to cook, remove chicken pieces from refrigerator, pat completely dry with paper towels, and brush away all the salt. Let chicken sit at room temperature for 10 to 15 minutes.

Place oil in a large Dutch oven or stove top deep fryer fitted with a thermometer. Heat on medium high until oil is 275 F (140 C).

Divide chicken into batches so that the pieces won’t crowd your pot. One batch at a time, fry for 8 minutes and keep the wings moving using a wooden spoon. Transfer each batch to a wire rack set on a baking sheet.

Once all the chicken is done increase the heat to high and heat oil to 375 F (190C).

Again working in batches, fry chicken for 2 minutes, then transfer to a wire rack. The skin should be brown and crunchy and the meat should pull away from the bones with just a bit of resistance.

As each batch is transferred to the wire rack, season it with salt and pepper. Transfer the chicken to a large bowl and, while the wings are still hot, pour your choice of sauce over the wings to coat or leave plain. Transfer to a serving platter.

Serve with traditional bleu cheese dressing, celery sticks and carrots. Makes 5 to 6 servings.

So, you’ve got time to bring the ingredients in-house, and remember to salt your chicken on Saturday to present the most crispiest of crisp chicken wings you’ve ever had in your life on Game Day.

Have fun, enjoy the game, and please comment on how you made out with your wings.

Hey, Superbowl weekend would also be the perfect time to read a bedtime story to the little ones. Why not give LUCCI- THE NO SMOOCHIE POOCHIE  a go!

[Credit: I found this recipe several years ago in a story titled “Want a Great Buffalo Wing? Moisture is the Enemy,” December 7, 2008 THE ASSOCIATED PRESS, Larry Crowe.]

REMEMBER- SALT YOUR CHICKEN THE DAY BEFORE COOKING TO ACHIEVE THE BEST SUPER CRISPY SUPER BOWL CHICKEN WINGS! 

Good Bye Summer. Thank You #Haiku. :0)

19 Aug

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Caught in waterfall’s embrace

 Plop drops slick long legs

Prompt #3 – 100 Days of Summer Writing Challenge

9 Jul

Posting summer stuff for y’all…you betcha I’m still kicking!

Now job hunting too; so I’m refreshing everything for prospective employers to read, contact me, and say fagetaboud biz; I’ll publish you instead. I can dream can’t I?

If any of my peeps come across these rare blog posts of late, PLEASE PUMP ME UP, so my future employer falls in love with me!

Have a wonderful summer. Love, Donna :0)

Donna L Sadd

Hiya,

I didn’t post yesterday because it regarded a work in progress, but I wanted to include it here for continuity…Nah, I just didn’t want y’all to think that I blew it off. :0)

[Prompt #2:     Think about a character (not the protagonist) central to the plot of your story.  Write a scene from his/her perspective.  How does the scene change?  How does the tone change?  Does this perspective shift allow you to explore the conflict from a surprising or more powerful perspective?]

Okay, off to Prompt #3…

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Prompt #3: Write about a moment in your past that lives in infamy for you.

This isn’t terribly embarrassing now, but it was the day it happened that will make the experience live in infamy– My wedding day!

When my just-about-to-be-husband and I were up at the altar, and our pastor got to the exchanging of…

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#AprilPrompts – Day 17 – Searching – #NaPoWriMo #Children’s #Poem

22 Sep

Been gone too long, and thought to re-blog some old writings to stir up the creative juices. Hi y’all! :0)

Donna L Sadd

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Every time I'm on the mound
My heart does a flutter.
Tuning out the crowd's loud sound.
My stomach's churning butter.

Focusing, I look around,
The players are all set.
Catcher's flashing signals out,
Don't like his choices yet.

One finger stands for fast balls.
Two fingers stand for curves.
Batter sneers, to fake me out.
I've got to steel my nerves.

Each ball hurled becomes a strike.
Their dugout starts to hiss.
Scoreboard charts each perfectpitch.
I sure do live for this!

Last batter's set and ready.
It's a swing and a miss.
Got that player out of there.
Pitchers dream of doing this!

I owned it, I pulled it off.
It was a perfect day.
I will always hit the mound,
In search of Special 'K'!

This post’s photo credits – http://www.thecompletepitcher.com

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DAD’S FIRST CLASS CHRISTMAS – Entry in Susanna L. Hill’s 4th Annual Holiday Contest

12 Dec

 

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The Contest:  Write a children’s story (children here defined as approximately age 12 and under) in which wild weather impacts the holidays!  Your story may be poetry or prose, silly or serious or sweet, religious or not, based on Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa or whatever you celebrate, but is not to exceed 350 words.

 

Here’s my holiday entry:

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DAD’S FIRST CLASS CHRISTMAS

It was Christmas Eve and we were taking our first ever family vacation. Disney, here we come!

Figures. The Blizzard of the Century blew in that morning.

Dad made sure we left for the airport hours early, but now the dashboard clock ticked down the minutes till our six o’clock flight. The highway was a sheet of ice. We eyed the airport from a distance, and could have walked faster than the cars crawled.

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Mazie kept repeating, “Please let us make it, Lord. Please let us make it.” Each hot whisper whirled wild crystallized patterns on her window.

“Will we make it?” Mom asked.

Fisher snoozed in his car seat. That was good because Dad was nervous navigating through a gazillion snow flakes. But he still managed to sing carols the loudest.

We finally pulled in at 6:44. Wet, white freezingness smacked our droopy faces and whipped our suitcases. “Cheer up,” Dad hollered over the storm, “I’ll bet it’s just delayed.”

Our plane was gone. But there was Dad, in his ‘lucky’ (old and ugly) Santa hat, ho, ho, ho’ing from the long ticket line. Leave it to him to be jolly when our vacation was slipping away.

Dad high-fived me, hugged Mazie, and said, “Great news! We’re on Standby for the last flight tonight!” They’ll have five empty seats on Christmas Eve…sure.

Fisher cried himself blue, Mazie kept praying, and Dad and I were thumb-wrestling when they finally called our name, “Four tickets.”

“We need five!” Mazie, Mom, and I cried.

Dad pushed us to board. “Till tomorrow… Merry Christmas. I love you.”

On the plane, Mazie, and I joined Fisher in crying ourselves colors. Disney without Dad?

Just as the engines revved, Dad strutted down the isle.  He made it! But then he kissed us, and said, “I’ve gotta go.”

“NO!” my sister and I cried.

“They let you board. You can’t leave now!” sobbed Mom.

Dad turned with a devilish grin and said, “Got lucky. I’m flyin’ first-class!” Then a curtain swished behind him.

Merry Christmas, Dad. You deserve it.

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Head on over to Susanna’s blog to read the other entries here!

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