Thank you, men
I stopped at the store on my way home last night and looked at the family pack of wings...and decided not to buy them.
I know how that goes too, Brad. Sometimes after passing on the wings, I opt for the leg drums and treat them like wings, as they are 1/3 the price.
Dang, I'd love to sink my fangs into one of those wangs.

O, you're a poet, I'll have you know it, Dyal. Clever, clever... .
Direct grilling wings can be tough, but it looks like you truly nailed it. Wish I was there to nibble on a few of those! Nicely done.
Jim, if you were here, I'd have to also entertain you with what happens when I direct grill leg quarters. We're talkin' good times and lotsa fun. I learned how to deal with flare ups from the getgo, as I got my first start grilling on an hibachi, which is merciless. And that was back in the days before they started trimming the fat off steaks. Remember?
