A few years ago, Casey & I were eating Hot Wings at Hooters and got into a crazy conversation about Astrology with our waitress. At one point during the meal she totally pulled a newspaper clipping of the day’s horoscope from her bra. It was most definitely an out-of-body experience.
It was at that moment that I vowed never to go to Hooters again. SIKE. I thought it was fantastic and then I realized that if I could stomach wearing shorty short shorts with tan pantyhose on these thighs, I could potentially be that girl. I mean…the one that pulls out a horoscope in front of her customers.
- 1 tablespoon unsalted butter, melted
- 1/4 teaspoon cayenne pepper
- 1/4 teaspoon freshly ground black pepper
- 1/4 teaspoon kosher salt
- 1/4 cup hot pepper sauce (such as Frank’s)