August 12, 2007

• I Scream, You Scream We All Scream, Deep Fried in the Heart of Texas

  I wasn’t feeling great today, so I decided to skip the museum, but we still went out for ice cream with the kids. 

  

  

  

  

  

  I also, luckily, missed this barbecue my Dad went to in, yes, you guessed it, Texas.  Land of the Deep Fried Buffalo Wings or as they call them, Hot Wings.  I personally have never liked them, and had no idea how they were made until now.  Apparently the process involves boiling oil in a fryer.  You have to pay attention though, because if the oil gets too hot, and bubbles over the side, you’ll have a fire that can literally burn days.  If this happens, all you can do is call the fire department.  In this case, the Volunteer Fire Department got the call first.  Apparently not having time to change into a more appropriate fire fighting apparel, this genius (with the embarrassingly tight shorts, white socks and moccasins showed up. (Can you wear white socks and moccasins before Labor Day???) .  Luckily he brought his oven mit to try and cover the flame, but to now avail.  They had to call in the big guns to spray the flames with some chemical foam. After that they stood around postulating what could have possibly gone wrong, and what they could do to prevent this in the future.  Answer???  Quit deep frying hot wings!!!!  Ugh.  Thanks to my Dad for grabbing his camera and documenting how the other half lives.

  

  

  

  

  

   

  Song of the day

   

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