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I am not a fan of chicken wings.

I do not like to nibble meat off the bone. I do not eat chicken skin. I cannot tolerate blue cheese. (No really, the taste of blue cheese makes me retch; the smell of blue cheese makes me shudder; the sight of blue cheese with all its spindly veiny veins makes me gag. Blue cheese gives cheese a bad name.) The only thing I like about chicken wings is the hot sauce.

So when Jennie mentioned buffalo chicken pizza last week, I didn't exactly salivate. I did think that Shawn would really like a buffalo chicken pizza though, so after a particularly trying work week for him, I surprised him with buffalo chicken pizza and beer. It was ... just alright. It's my fault - I didn't have time to make my usual pizza crust so I tried a new recipe and it turned out bland and cardboardy and I thought that substituting goat cheese for the blue cheese would be adequate but it was ... lacking. It was a pizza coated in hot sauce and yet it needed more taste.

However. I ended up defrosting way too much chicken so we had leftover hot sauce-coated chicken bits and no motivation to make another pizza. I made salad (baby spinach, pink grapefruit, cherry tomatoes, strawberries, cucumber, orange pepper, dried cranberries, sunflowers seeds, and goat cheese) for dinner last night and threw the leftover chicken on top and it was heavenly. Sure it felt a bit counterintuitive to top a salad of lovely fresh veggies with aggressively orange-coloured chicken but the gorgeous flavour helped us get over the weirdness. If loving aggressively orange-coloured chicken is wrong, I don't want to be right.