2 lb chicken wings, separated into drums and flats
Seasoning blend (you may or may not use all of it) - 5 tbsp of each: smoked paprika, cayenne pepper, black pepper, granulated garlic, granulated onion, Indian red pepper, hot paprika, cumin + 2 tbsp kosher salt, + 1 tbsp baking powder
Ingredients for Sauce
½ cup Honey Chipotle barbecue sauce (purchased from Williams-Sonoma)
¼ cup Peri Peri sauce
3 tbsp sweet chili
2 tsp raw honey
½ apple cider vinegar
Preheat the oven to 420 degrees Fahrenheit.
Clean and completely dry your chicken wings using paper towels.
In a large bowl, toss your chicken wings into the coating mixture and ensure that each wing is evenly coated.
Using a baking sheet (preferably with a wire rack), place the chicken wings in a single layer and cook for 20 minutes, flip and cook for an additional 15 minutes.
After the last 15 minutes, remove the wings from the oven, turn on your oven’s broiler, brush the chicken wings with the sauce and broil for 1-2 minutes until caramelized.
Repeat on the opposite side of the wings.
NOTE: using a wire rack helps with the air circulation and ensures that the entire wing gets crispy.
Remove from the oven, garnish with fresh cilantro, and serve.
Word Count: 876 Warnings:Fluff, language, reader loves Christmas wayyyy too much, boys don’t, lead up to hot and steamy Christmas sex with the Winchesters
Excitement buzzes away inside you as you damn near skip down the
adorned bunker hallways, obnoxiously humming your favorite Christmas song as
you go. Much to their dismay, you’d talked the boys into decorating the bunker,
but when they had reluctantly agreed to it, they had no fucking idea you’d go
out and buy every single Christmas decoration you could possibly find. One
oversized tree, hundreds of strings of glittering lights, and every gaudy
addition later, the bunker had been turned into some kind of elaborate, over
the top Christmas attraction.
“You’re fuckin’ jokin’, right?” Dean had gaped when he saw it.
Hot Wit:Yeehaw! You got ‘im, Applejack! Applejack: Y'all didn’t think ah was gonna let 'im get away with robbin’ that there bank, didja? Besides, ah could use the bounty to buy me a licorice stick! Bad Wit:Consarnit! Foiled again!