That's pretty much true. My grandmother, when cooking chickens, used to toss the wings into the scrap pile that later went out to the dogs.
I'm still waiting for some entrepreneur to come up with some useful way to make use of the neck.
Until some genius invented buffalo wings, wings were considered scrap or junk cuts.
“Until some genius invented buffalo wings, wings were considered scrap or junk cuts.”
Or the “favorite chicken” for kids until we knew better.
That's pretty much true. My grandmother, when cooking chickens, used to toss the wings into the scrap pile that later went out to the dogs.
I'm still waiting for some entrepreneur to come up with some useful way to make use of the neck.
Until some genius invented buffalo wings, wings were considered scrap or junk cuts.
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The ‘genius’ was a she. She and her husband own the Anchor Bar in Buffalo, NY. Her son showed up from college with some friends late one night looking for something to eat. She was getting ready to boil up a bunch of chicken wings to make chicken stock. Instead she fried up the wings with hot sauce and serve them up.
Thus a legend was born.
“Until some genius invented buffalo wings, wings were considered scrap or junk cuts.”
Next thing you know, they’ll have Goal Post chicken. That’s the part that would go over the goal post last if you kicked a chicken for a goal.
Just avoid “Chicken-O’s”. You know, the part in the back where eggs and stuff come from.