Hot Wings

Jamie and I have never claimed to be health nuts. We both like to eat a lot of crap. Unfortunately, the house is a prime location for connoisseurs such as ourselves. There's a convenience store literally just across the street, a mere 20 feet away from the front door. There's a McDonald's with a 24-hour drive-through that is a hop, skip, and a jump away. There is a grocery store very close by that is one of the most tricked out ones in the city.

This store sells one of our greatest downfalls.

In the frozen meats aisle, there is a box... a Pandora's box, if you will. It contains spicy hot wings. Taken home and put in the oven for twenty minutes, they will invite you on a journey to a world of deliciousness that pleases the palate, before burning your palate right the hell off.

Most likely, you can guess where this is going, considering our ill-advised cheese project and the fact that Jamie is a good sport with no real sense of self-preservation.

And so it happened that my dear one decided to eat hot wings coated in cheese dip. The following resulted.

The wind-up. Clearly visible: Jamie, hot wing, open jar of cheese. Not shown: Jamie's Bad Idea Jeans.



Yeah. That's graphic.


Hot Wings from Project Cheese on Vimeo.

The result. And the ratings?

Deliciousness: 3/5
Ill-Advised: "Not that bad, seriously."
Verdict: "It makes the wings nice and creamy, but it's kinda sickening after awhile."