Once upon a time there was a pregnant woman. Her father-in-law, who was a pretty kick-ass cook, prepared chicken wings for her. She enjoyed them immensely and he was delighted. He then proceeded to cook chicken wings for her every single day of the week. The child that was born became a chicken wing eating monster, devouring all chicken wings within sight. That woman is my mother and that child is me.
So, truth be told, I’m not sure if there is correlation between eating foods during pregnancy and the child’s favourite food after they’re born, but I do know this: I am really amazing at baking chicken wings.by