in a sauce that was awfully painful but also awfully delicious.
yet it is not because of taste alone that the wings (including some f.u. wings) found their way into my wedding. a year or so before the wedding our younger child had signed up for karate lessons. i would bring them and wait with the other parents during the lesson from a room on the other side of a large window. often, i would slink back even further to the far side of the hallway closer to the door. i could still see my child but had a degree of distance from the other parents. it is there that i 