Sunday ritual
For the last couple of weeks, I've been taking a beer can and shoving it up the butt of a chicken. There's not much more for me to say that anyone would really want to hear, but what the heck. I got some time on my hands waiting for my chicken to stop screaming in the oven.
I started by doing something I've never done in my life before: I bought a six pack of Bud Light. I'm not a beer snob... no wait, I am. Even if I wasn't, this is some bad beer. But it's good enough for a chicken. I rub on a secret spice blend (whatever isn't older than the cats goes in!) and put some garlic cloves in the beer can.
Today, I added a little somethin' somethin' buy roasting potatoes in the same pan. I think the chicken will like the company. There's no possible way to insert a beer into the potatoes or else I'd give that a shot. Not that I've tried.
This method of cooking chicken produces really moist white meat and crispy skin because the bird isn't cooking in its own fat and juices. It's also hilarious to see a chicken sitting on a can. I don't know about you, but I really enjoy laughing at my food. Not WITH my food, but AT it.
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