red shoes, red skillet

I can wash and cook rice. I can boil water. I can make eggs. I can bake stuff. I can make some kickass pasta. But now…I can make chicken wings! I love my mom’s chicken wings, so when she told me she was making them today, I stalked her into the kitchen and bummed around until she was ready to teach me.

So she did, and I made like a sponge and soaked everything up and the wings came out beautiful–great color, great smell, great taste! I was really proud of them , so I snapped some quick pictures and here they are:

Gorrrrrrrrrrgeous.

My mom had let the wings sit in a tupperware-esque box with some garlic last night; then in the wok, she had me throw in some soy sauce, scallions, and some molasses for slight sweetness and shine. Honey works well, too. Once you get to cooking it, it’s not hard at all. So now I’m definitely able to feed myself if I ever move out (very unlikely once I’m back from college). I think I had like, four. I would’ve eaten the rest if my brother didn’t want the last two to bring to work tomorrow.

Okay it’s 9:53 and I still haven’t done any homework. Toodles!

BTW, I am DEFINITELY going to Syracuse. Gonna order my merch soon and orange-ify my closet!