Harissa Wings ~ The Lab Coats are Coming!

On her way to Tallulah’s Olde Peculiar- a Marketplace where she is a Vendor– a rather chipper Sister Madly passed by Pompous Name Laboratory, which proudly displayed a banner that not only announced their Grand Opening, but invited the public to ‘Come in and say Hi!’

Do tell, Pompous Name Laboratory: why does Sister Madly have to make the first move? Why don’t you come out and say ‘Hi’ to her? Friends just don’t make themselves, you know.

Now you may think that Sister Madly is being tiresome, but rest assured, her skepticism is warranted. Businesses that invite her in to say ‘Hi’ always seem to have ulterior motives: Car Dealerships hopes the ever-so-seductive dance of the inflatable man-thing will convince her to buy a Pinto, while Credit Unions tempt her with promises of coffee mugs and folding camping chairs in the hopes of opening an account.

So naturally Sister Madly was curious as to why a Laboratory would want her to drop in for a little new-to-the-neighborhood tête-à-tête. Is there a shortage of Lab Rats? Do they need someone to ‘drink this solution’ or ‘press this button?’ Is it National Adopt-a- Pathogen Month? Or do they simply wish to showcase a happy and healthy strain of Free-Range E.coli?

Nevertheless, there is the possibility- however remote- that the Science-y People of Pompous Name Laboratory are simply lonely, as is the norm for those who choose to work in Labs. And while Science-y People are making terrific discoveries for which they should be applauded- such as finding cures for disease and creating new dyes to make red M&M’s edible again- being around smoking beakers and big Latin words all day is bound to render one more and more out of touch with reality.*

* At least with Sister Madly’s reality.

The fact that Sister Madly was even contemplating speaking to a Science-y Stranger- and of her own volition, no less- shows how much she’s progressed in venturing beyond her most excellent anti-social skills. True, she doesn’t speak science,* but this language barrier can be balanced with a good first impression, which includes poise, a toothy smile, and covered in someone else’s blood.

* She also doesn’t speak accounting, Trekkie, or bird.

Unfortunately, Sister Madly’s Travel Companion did not want to pop into the Laboratory and say ‘Hi,’ and most certainly did NOT want to represent ‘someone else’s blood’- which is totally unfair, because why else would Sister Madly have a Travel Companion? Without a good first impression, Sister Madly will have to resort to sign language and smoke signals, which will be misinterpreted as a biological warfare, cause widespread panic, burn down the Lab, and send her fleeing into the streets, shouting, “The lab coats are coming, the lab coats are coming!” before ultimately finding herself strumming her lips in a padded cell.

Perhaps she’ll send them fruit basket instead.

HARISSA CHICKEN WINGS

  • 2-3lbs wings

MARINADE

  • 1 TBSP harissa sauce
  • 2-3 garlic cloves, minced
  • 1 tsp smoked paprika
  • ½ tsp coriander
  • ¼ tsp cinnamon
  • ¼ tsp nutmeg
  • oil, as needed

SAUCE

  • ½ cup harissa sauce
  • ¼ cup honey, or to taste
  • 2 tsp ginger, minced
  • 1 tsp garlic, minced
  • salt/pepper, to taste

MARINADE
Mix together marinade ingredients
Add chicken; mix to coat
Cover; refrigerate for 30min-24hrs

SAUCE
Add sauce ingredients to pan; bring to a boil
Reduce heat; simmer until thickened

BAKE
Preheat oven to 400*
Place chicken on greased baking rack in tray
Bake 30 min
Remove from oven, brush chicken with sauce
Return to oven; bake 10-15 min, or until cooked through
Brush with remaining sauce straight from oven

THEME SONG: The Lunatics, The Specials and Fun Boy Three

12 responses

  1. Great post 😁

    Liked by 1 person

    February 20, 2020 at 6:47 AM

  2. The web page said something about cookies, but all I could find was this recipe for maimed chickens. Did the Pompous Name Laboratory perhaps have a ‘grow-extra-wings-on-a-chicken’ serum they wanted you to test? Though why you would want to grow extra wings is beyond me – two is complicated enough, and the less flapping the better as far as I am concerned.
    Actually I had to start reading again from the top when I realized that the laboratory didn’t actually produce pompous names… now that would be something useful that they could market. I know several people who are entitled… literally entitled – Lord, rather than Mr. So there is definitely a call for it. “His Eminent Grace Psychopomp Raven the Magnificent, Excarnator Emeritus, will preside.” I rather like that – it has a certain ring to it. I’ll have to find something to preside over, so I can use it. Quick, pass me that thesaurus, so I can find a posh word that means “taking the wing off a chicken”.

    Liked by 1 person

    February 21, 2020 at 12:43 AM

    • My web page offered you cookies?!? It doesn’t offer me cookies… so unfair.

      Never occurred to me that the Lab actually offered Pompous Names… have I missed my opportunity to have a glorious one such as yours? I may have to go back and see.

      Like

      February 21, 2020 at 10:45 AM

      • It only happened once, and of course I accepted immediately… I mean, it’s a cookie, right? The Children of Albion were inducted into the cult of the cookie long before cookies actually became available on those shores, and we still had to deal with that French twice cooked nonsense – might be cooked twice , but less than half the size, and a quarter of the sugar. Where’s the manic hyperactive euphoria in that?
        My name is His Eminent Grace Psychopomp Raven the Magnificent, Excarnator Emeritus, and I am an addict. That big yellow feller and his mates have got a lot to answer for. I bet he’d take more than a half cup of harissa sauce and 30 minutes in a hot oven.
        Actually, way down here, out of sight of Britannia and those insufferable neighbours she’s no longer speaking to, the cookies seem to be made almost entirely from sugar, with just a hint of gluten enriched grain to bind the artificial flavourings together. And this from a culture that thrived by eating 12 foot birds… oh, the march of progress.

        Liked by 1 person

        February 21, 2020 at 12:39 PM

  3. locksley2010

    As soon as you mentioned an open laboratory, I was going to respond with “Watch out! It’s a trap from the Dodo!” And then you put the plague meme up….

    It’s good to see you again, lovely!

    Liked by 2 people

    February 21, 2020 at 1:05 AM

    • I was a bit suspicious in the beginning, but since then I’ve been overcome with guilt, thinking I missed the opportunity to give a lonely, orphaned pathogen a happy home.

      Good to hear from you as well! Stop by sometime, and we can go say ‘Hi’ to the Laboratory together!

      Liked by 1 person

      February 21, 2020 at 10:54 AM

  4. Nice read SM! Happy weekend! P.s. Always look forward to your posts!

    Liked by 2 people

    February 21, 2020 at 8:24 PM

    • Thank you, my friend. ;c) And happy weekend to you as well!

      Like

      February 22, 2020 at 10:06 AM

  5. locksley2010

    And those lonely, orphaned pathogens need love and attention like anything else!

    That would be amazing, should I ever get to go to the US, we’ll arrange a visit! 🍻

    Liked by 2 people

    February 22, 2020 at 2:45 AM

  6. 🤗

    Liked by 1 person

    February 22, 2020 at 8:47 PM

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  8. Heliophile's diary

    Awesome

    Liked by 2 people

    March 9, 2020 at 9:09 AM

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