This is a story of subliminal messaging. Here's where it begins: this weekend, I was researching some Korean noodle soup recipes and came across a recipe for spicy Korean chicken wings that looked awfully tasty, which then reminded me of the yangnyeom dak recipe that Sabs and Randall made (which they confirmed was delicious). Then today I'm on Muni, and the New York Times ran a feature piece on the proliferation of fried chicken across the city which was then alluded to by Gawker (turns out, I'm either a yuppie or I'm rich as I'm just picking up on the fried chicken trend now), so naturally, what else could I possibly make for dinner but:

A little kara-age with some gyoza dumplings and the fixings. Now I'm wondering if I should be preparing myself for judgement day and if it will come in the form of a giant, fiery chicken.