My boyfriend and I had a crispy, buffalo sauce-smothered, made-from-scratch epiphany in the kitchen.
Here’s the link to the recipe we sort of followed. We winged [enter knee slap] everything because we didn’t have a deep-fryer or cayenne pepper, but they turned out delicious nonetheless! I’d recommend tackling this recipe with plenty of paper towel, full sleeves and pants; spritzes of hot oil on skin lead to reactive flinches and male-whimpering.
This just in: Fry wings once, take them out, flour coat wings again and put ’em back in the oil. You’ll die and go to deep-fried heaven.