Spice up your Super Bowl party, or a weeknight meal, with these sticky chicken wings. Use honey, hoisin sauce, soy sauce, and Asian spices to make a sweet, savory, sticky sauce for the chicken.
A perfect addition to any Super Bowl menu, Asian sticky wings are broiled until crispy golden brown and then tossed in a sweet and sticky glaze.
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EnlargeTeaching children to make good choices is one of the greatest responsibilities and most intense challenges of being a parent. Young children are clever, creative, and sneaky; oh so sneaky. Succeeding at this task requires the snooping skills of Sherlock Holmes, the vigilance of an air traffic controller, and the patience of Mother Teresa.
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Amy Deline is a stay at home mom to three little boys. She?s a former early childhood educator with a lifelong passion for home-cooking. Amy is the author and photographer behind The Gourmand Mom, a blog which celebrates food through simple and perfectly seasonal recipes, fit for a gourmet feast among friends or a relaxed family dinner.
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You must watch, wait, anticipate, and react. You must act quickly to intervene before irreversible damage is done and you must sniff out clues like Scooby Doo to unravel mysteries. And most importantly, you must maintain a straight face; calm, but firm and consistent; in the face of discipline.?But kids are devious and?unpredictable. Don?t be fooled by their sweet little button noses and soft, furry backs. They are constantly testing their limits and devising new methods for mischief. Stay sharp, captain.
My husband and I should have known something was up when we noticed that the stack of plastic kid plates was diminishing. We knew it was peculiar. And yet we just shrugged our shoulders in puzzled confusion and moved on. But all misdeeds come to light eventually, as did the mystery of the missing plates.
It started when I was changing the baby?s diaper. I laid him down on the carpet which sits in the center of our living room. In the center of that carpet is a large trunk-style coffee table, with legs that raise it about three inches off the floor; just high enough for toys and things to slip beneath, but not tall enough to easily vacuum under. In the position I was in, sitting on the carpet with the baby, I saw what had previously been hidden.
Peeking out from the edge of the table were the two plates I?d served the boys breakfast on, which they ate at their snack tables in front of the aforementioned coffee table. A small pile of discarded scrambled eggs sat on one of the plates. I scolded the boys for their lazy behavior and asked them if they thought we lived in a barn (?cause that?s what you?re supposed to say, right??). They hung their heads in appropriate shame and brought their plates to the sink.
In retrospect, I don?t know why I didn?t put the pieces together at that point. I should have peeked under the table, but I didn?t. We moved on with our day. Then dinner time came along and I served the boys some of my new Asian sticky wings. Chicken wings don?t make frequent appearances on our menu, so I?d anticipated some normal apprehension. When serving something unfamiliar, I make a practice of always including something known and loved on the boys? plates, so everyone has a chance to fill their bellies with something they like, while also having the opportunity to try something new.
I don?t make a big deal about finishing everything on their plates or eating big portions of food they don?t enjoy. I only ask that they take a small taste of each new item, with the idea that over time, as their taste buds mature, they will enjoy a wide variety of foods. No pressure. So, what happened next never should have happened.
Liam stood up with his dinner plate, proud to show me that he?d eaten everything on it and making a point that he was going to put it properly in the sink. The rice, the sugar snap peas, the yogurt, and the chicken wings were all gone.?You catch that???The chicken wings were all gone. ?Where are the bones?? I asked. ?Huh?the bones?? came his innocent reply. ?Yes, the bones. Where are the bones?? And then he proceeded to explain that he?d eaten the bones.?
Clever lady that I am, I knew this could not be the case. I had a hard time keeping that ever-important straight face by this point. I knelt by the edge of the table to find the discarded chicken wings before the dog did. I found those wings under the table. I also found?five?of the kids? plates. Another mystery solved, Scooby.
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