These are chicken wings that someone in my family made. They are slightly burned, cold, and yet, somehow undeniably alluring and tasty.
This meal contains mysterious energies that hearken back to a time when young people crossed the "great big blue" with fantastic hopes and dreams for prosperity. None may dare to defy its enchanted properties--else they'd be consumed with ancestral guilt.
Oh, and this was the spread.
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