As a child I remember sitting at the table with my mother’s scrutinizing glare on me and the way I ate chicken wings.  Always knife and fork only, cutting the wing at the joints, separating the bones and eating every last piece of meat… leaving nothing but bare bone on the plate.  I specifically remember one night when my sister or I must have been having trouble with the task at hand and my mother sitting at the table in a conversation with God….”Why Lord why?”  Asking God why she had been given these children who couldn’t use a knife and fork, ate like pigs blah blah blah  etc etc  It must have worked on some level because to this day if I’m at a BBQ or some other function where chicken wings are served as “finger food”  I can’t go there.  I’ll eat my chicken wings with a knife and fork thank you very much.  I find it funny however that every chicken dish I make I use drumsticks that I debone and dice up.   Very rarely will I cook with chicken wings!