We got a deep fryer yesterday. I've coveted one for a few months since my sister informed me that they sell them at C0stc0 and that my future brother in law is angling for one. That immediately reminded me that we used to have one, and JD used to make amazing chicken wings in it (proper chicken wings are apparently fried first and then shaken to coat in the sauce of your choosing), but it was of a small bucket variety with an un-heat-resistant lid, and consequently spewed hot boiling oil all over the place while it was on. The memory then spurred me to clean out my lazy Susans, upon one of which the aforementioned baby deep fryer was found, cleaned out, and placed in the donations pile of crap in my office (the stuff that, hopefully, one day will leave the premises to benefit someone else's lives). Associating that closely with a deep fryer, any deep fryer, in turn, led me to a chicken wings craving that went unsatisfied for months as the good local wings place closed years ago and the chain place does something ever so slightly untoward to their wings.
So we got the fryer yesterday. And we had wings tonight. And friends. Over, for wings. And wine. Somewhat respectable quantities of whine. So I am buzzed. And blogging while buzzed. And I think going to sleep now.