This is actually fairly interesting when considering localization of video game content. Normally we can get this from Japan-to-US conversion, semi-famously when Final Fight came to American arcades, a prostitute was turned into a guy in drag because Capcom thought there were issues with beating up women in a video game.

Likewise in the Yakuza series, a host club mini-game was completely removed because it was so Japanese that Sega feared it couldn’t translate. Other fun example: Sengoku Bakara is a hyper-dramatized take on the Warring States period in Japan—imagine laser beams and random explosions to show manliness instead of people dying from gangrene. This was deemed way too Japanese and released in the U.S. as Devil Kings, about demons and shit fighting for control of something or other.

So localization is always kind of fascinating to me. Especially in an Internet Age where we can find out Poison was a chick, host clubs are real and the Japanese are in fact magical fantasy people who shoot explosions out of their laser mouths.

By birth, I’m from Philadelphia. This means I grew up on pretzels sold on Roosevelt Boulevard by guys who likely pissed in bushes without washing their hands, cheesesteaks from ~~Pat’s Geno’s~~ STEVE’S PRINCE OF CHEESESTEAKS and the Mayfair Diner. Anyway, as my friends invited me over for a Super Bowl excuse to drink beer and eat food, I figured I should bring something over.

Jen asked, “Do you want me to make brats or wings?"

And then my birth pride soared forth. I could totally make wings.

"No, I will bring wings.Make brats."

This lead to another trip to asking my mother about my old neighborhood and a bunch of people I forgot about. Then I informed her I was making wings.

"How hot do you want to make them," she asked.

Instead of hearing this like a normal person, I took it as a personal challenge.

"Hot."

YOU WILL NEED:

1 Fortified stomach

4 pounds of chicken (wing, drumstick preferred. combined too if you find it.)

1 bottle of Frank’s Red Hot Sauce (I used the aptly titled “BUFFALO XTRA HOT SAUCE")

A gallon plastic bag.

ASSORTED pepper, salt, red chili flakes, cumin

2.5 cups flour

PREPARE THYSELF:

Mix your flour and assorted materials into the gallon plastic bag. Mix briefly by choking the bag and slapping it around. You could also gently shake, but pretending to hit it gives some sense of flavor satisfaction. Regardless of your personal preference, mix for a minute.

Take a large skillet. Now, for the unknown ingredient: butter. Remove large amounts of butter and put into the skillet after heating it for a few minutes on medium heat. This should be enough to start melting the butter without causing immediate browning. While this occurs, take your chicken and begin taking it apart.

The chicken I bought was unfortunately frozen and fused of wing/drumstick. So I had to dethaw quickly under hot water and then sharp knife. This lead to a rather exaggerated cooking process, but one you could possibly avoid. Let’s pretend you did.

Once you’ve divided your wing/leg, simply put the pieces into your gallon bag of material and shake. The irony that you’ve created a MacGyver-esque “Shake’N’Bake" should not be lost on you if you’re a child of the 90s. If you are not, merely overlook how ironic this is. Once you’ve got the first few pieces ready and your skillet is heated, place the flowered wings onto the skillet. Allow each side to brown for 1-3 minutes, switch and then remove. In the mean time, add more pieces to your gallon bag and continue.

Now! During this time, you should’ve been pre-heating your oven to 400 degrees. Oh shit, you don’ forgot didn’t you? Well no worry. We don’t judge here. So take a shot of low-grade tequila. At this point you’re also wondering, “what do I do with the browned pieces of chicken? There’s also smoke! What am I doing!?"

Ok. So, as you remove the browned wings and replace them, add a few more pieces of butter. Expect a little smoke as the butter will be caramelizing and after your sixth piece, open a window. Now add the browned wings to a disposable (or glass) pan with the hot sauce already in. Massage the wings into the sauce and douse them a bit. Continue this until you end up using all the wings and the whole can of sauce.

When ready, enter the pan like motherfucking Bruce Lee at 400 degrees for up to one hour. Check occasionally. When you remove, let sit and cool or move directly to new pan to move them.

Either way, motherfucker gonna be hot as fucking hell. And spicy too.

ADDITIONAL STUFF:

1 Brick of Blue Cheese

A microwave

Then a bowl

A SPLASH of mayo.

If you want blue cheese sauce, put a bunch of blue cheese into a microwave friendly bowl. A quick squirt of mayo—I know, it’s disgusting and you can do without it. But it helps the creamy nature. Microtize it for 50 seconds or until liquidy. Then remove. Bam. Blue Cheese sauce.

Add celery.

And then you’ve got this: http://instagr.am/p/BcTT9/