About fifteen years ago, Aunt Patty scribbled her recipe for chicken wings on an index card and clutched it into my hands with the urgent instruction Don't Lose This. The way she said it and the way those wings tasted, I figured it was some secret family recipe that went back generations. I didn't lose the recipe, but I never made the wings either. Somehow I had a sense that this was one of those things that wouldn't have tasted the same had anyone else attempted to cook them for me. The title of the recipe was "La Brea Tar Pit Chicken Wings" so named because they were dark, sticky, and gooey and I had pretty much forgotten about them until a few weeks ago when I was flipping through my