I have a kind of knack for coming up with delicious concoctions in the kitchen, well at least most of the time. One thing I’ve discovered over the years is that sometimes, if you’re just good enough at something, at times you can be extraordinarily bad at it. So I was making wings one night, mostly because it was the only thing left in the damn freezer, and wouldn’t you know… it was the frozen kind that don’t come pre-coated in a layer of delicious and heart-attack enduing sauce. So I was left with one alternative, I had to make some damn sauce. Now, an old friend of mine could do wonders with a couple of cans of this stuff called Nazi sauce and a stick or two of butter. I know it sounds gross, but it was oh-so delicious. So I decided to sort of replicate that recipe with some butter, some sweet bbq sauce, and a splash of hot chili sauce…
So as I was setting up the pot on the stove to mix all this stuff up in, began to feel this may not be a good idea; however, when put in a situation where I should probably not be doing something like this I present myself with two options that make me either question my manliness or embrace it.
OPTION ONE, PUSSY OUT: A decidedly unmanly option if there ever was one, if I decided to back down now not only would my wings go sauceless but I would have failed at my attempt to craft a new and delicious wing sauce recipe. Granted, there was a chance I’d fail anyway, but it never looks good to pussy out without even trying.
OPTION TWO, GO BALLS DEEP: Hell yeah! That sounds way more macho (stupid) and manly (extra stupid with a hint of crazy)! Don’t think about things, if you’ve already started doing them go balls deep and just pray whatever you end up doing doesn’t destroy you. Going balls deep has been a key factor in determining American Foreign policy since the 50s and nothing about that shit has gone wrong. In a way, with that in mind, there was no way I could fail!