The owner of the wing joint down the street told me that their biggest day for wing sales each year is always Superbowl. People order dozens of wings, bring them to their party, but by the time they get eaten, the wings are a sad, lukewarm pile of skin, fat and bones....
I met award-winning cookbook author Virginia Willis about a month ago at IACP Portland, and within seconds of meeting, we were giggling about….oh I don’t even remember! After a couple glasses of wine, chocolate bar and bite after bite of seafood...
