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I freakin' love chicken wings.  When I was in college, there used to be this bar near our campus that did twenty five cent wings on Thursdays. For five bucks (plus beer money) I could get a great feed that hits all the key nutritional food groups ( salt, fat, acid, and heat . Hmm, now that I'm thinking about it, there's an argument to be made that the buffalo wing is the ultimate food that perfects all the core elements of deliciousness). But to top that, a different bar  only a slightly longer drive away did TEN CENT WINGS and dollar PBRs on Monday nights. You could get drinks and eat yourself stupid and still get change for your five-spot.  Twenty years on I am a whole lot more health conscious, but my love for wings hasn't changed. In fact, I've succeeded in passing this affinity onwards genetically. The other day my family almost finished an entire Costco package of chicken wings in one dinner. The kids carried their weight; even my one year old was stacking the