A long time ago in a Hot Wing Joint far, far away…after years of having hot wings covered in a greasy hot sauce that burned off every taste bud I had grown to love and then had the power to dye everything this weird orange that even Crayola didn’t want to name, I was finally introduced to the world of Dry Rub. I cried that day.

just about ready
Where had this beautiful world been all my life? I must find more, I must recreate.
Challenge accepted.