About a month ago I wrote about our visit to a TacoMac in Atlanta to try their ominously named "death" wings, which, while not nearly as fatal as the name implies, were certainly the spiciest I've ever eaten. Yesterday I came across a bottle of Stubb's Wicked Chicken Wing Sauce that I picked up somewhere along the way, but had never tried, so I used it to make a batch of wings on the man-stove. It turns out the "wicked" part is not understated, as these had a flavor quite reminiscent of those aforementioned death wings, and might even be a touch hotter. I find this surprising, as this seems a quantum leap past the level of spiciness that the typical person is willing to eat, and it seems odd to find such a product on a store shelf without being labeled to indicate just what you are getting into by eating them; something like "death," or perhaps a skull and crossbones. I'm working on a new scheme for naming foods based on their spiciness, and I think these qualify for the most extreme level, which is "weapons-grade."
Hey, today marks this year's return of one of the most violent things you'll see on television. Of course I speak of the Giants/Eagles game. On a much more family-friendly note, Boardwalk Empire also returns.
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