Let’s just call these what they are: crack wings. Addictively delicious and yet simple to make, this is the low carb chicken wings recipe that will keep you coming back for more!
Excuse me, please, while I have a bit of a moment. And I don’t mean a good moment, either. I mean a “I need a drink, make that two, oh hell, just give me the whole damn bottle” kind of moment. I am on day three of solo parenting and I just caught kiddo #2 with a bottle of green food dye, attempting to dye some pages in a notebook. For fun, I suppose, but being my most accident-prone child, she’d also done a number on her hands, her clothes and the carpet. To be honest, I lost my $%@#. I was furious, in part because she was being sneaky about it. She didn’t ask because she knew I’d say no, and she’s old enough to know better. And of course this all comes after a weekend of trials and tribulations.
I am not one of those parents who will pretend that parenting is this glorious experience and I feel so blessed at every moment. I know I am blessed but there are times I feel distinctly un-blessed. I also won’t tell you that it’s the most rewarding thing I’ve ever done because there are times (many times) that it feels so un-rewarding, I want to cry. I do cry! Ask me again when I’ve managed to get them all safely through childhood and into productive and happy adulthood. Maybe then I will look back on it all with rose-coloured glasses and I will tell you it was the best thing I’ve ever done. Until then, pass me another drink.
Every time my husband goes away, I have these romantic notions of the fun things we are going to do to stay entertained. But reality sets in pretty quickly. My son has a research project due right at the end of school and helping him figure out what he needs to do and to actually do it took up much of our Saturday. Sunday morning, I took them to breakfast and the park and my six year old was strangely giddy and hyper and spilled half of her breakfast everywhere. I then took them to a fun (and expensive) trampoline park to get out the rambunctiousness and my son spent half the time arguing with me about going to an arcade instead. So when we arrived home, I was desperate for a little peace and quiet. And then the food dye incident…
So. What does this have to do with low carb chicken wings? Nothing. Nothing at all. I just had to share because sharing is what keeps me sane. Every time someone says “yep, I know how you feel, I’ve been there”, I feel a million times better. Because I know it’s normal and I am not alone. So come on, soothe me, friends. I am very much in need of soothing.
And now, the recipe. This is my recreation of the best wings I’ve ever had, which happened to be at Northstar in Ithaca, New York last summer. I asked the chef how they were made and it turned out they were smoked first, and then tossed with browned butter and Old Bay seasoning. While I do happen to own a smoker, I wanted to make a version that was doable by the average home cook. And this, my friends, is not only doable but amazingly delicious and worth doing at your first opportunity. Crispy skin slathered in caramel-y brown butter and seasoned lightly with Old Bay. Let’s just call them crack wings, because they are that addictive!