Nothing rhymes with Buffalo Wings

I've spent the last five days fighting a losing battle. HTML why? I had this whole idea that my site'd be revamped, up and running by... Sunday. Well Sunday's here ain't it? And my oh my, how similar it all looks. Rather than descend into my usual pit of melodrama and tantrums, I've accepted defeat, and am content in plodding along and fixing it slowly:Sometimes the things we want... we have to get slowly. So slowly it is. It's not like I have a choice, is it now? Yesterday was stay-in-movie night and being here all by my lonesome, I decided to pig out. ¡Supercow al rescate!If you'd ever had baked beans with rice (and liked it), you'll understand fully just how quickly my pig outs can take a bizarre turn. There's a culinary dark side in us all, waiting to pop out and expose us for the chavs that we truly are. Yesterday was no such affair. This pig was elegant, proper and didn't end up lying on her back, belt undone, heaving for air. Instead I made this: Baked Buffalo Wings with Watermelon Hot Sauce