My love of food is deep-rooted. The tastes, textures, and smells of food have more power over me than I can describe. The foods I love the most have history, tradition, or sentimental value attached to them—none more so than my homemade wings.

A man’s night in is not complete without sports (or a testosterone filled, adrenaline soaked movie) and, most importantly, manly fodder. And what, I ask you, is more manly than meat on a bone? The wing recipe was resurrected and the evolution began.