Monday, September 09, 2013


I cooked me a chicken, I did. All by myself.

The whim struck me while I was at the grocery store today. I bought a chicken and set about cooking it for diner.

And in the spirit of legendary food (and everything else) blogger Brigid, I shall now relate how I did this.

First, I got out my beer can chicken rack, which is a rack designed to hold an open can of beer and a whole chicken.

See here for details and cooking tips.

Then I opened a can of beer and drank some.

Whoops. Drank too much. Better finish that one and open another one.

I opened the second one, drank half, then knocked the can over and spilled much of the rest on the floor. Murphy was on it like white on rice, but now I didn't have enough again. Good thing I bought a whole six-pack for this. I finished off that can and opened a third. drinking half, I put the rest in the rack and put the chicken on the rack, then coated it nicely with some cajun seasoning that I found back in my cupboard. I then put it in the oven and celebrated by having another beer.
I then cleaned up the kitchen, had another beer as a treat for cleaning the kitchen, gave Murphy all the stuff that was inside the chicken, then knocked off the last beer because I didn't want it to get lonely. Then Murphy and I adjourned to the living room where we took a well-deserved nap until the oven timer woke Murphy up and he, in turn, woke me up. The chicken smelled GOOD!

I took that sucker out of the oven and it looked like this:
Almost too pretty to eat. And it came out just right--crisp on the outside, and tender and juicy and fall-off-the-bones perfect on the inside.

It was fantastic and there was just enough there to ensure than both man and dog were satiated. And now Murphy and I are relaxing out on the deck and I'm just bidding farewell to the last survivor of six-pack number two as the sun goes down. Life, as they say, is good.


  1. Murph was gracious enough to let you have some, huh?

  2. Made me smile and made me hungry all in one post!

  3. Nice job, and great post. :)

  4. Once in awhile, when I am fending for myself, I will stop by the local Costco on the way home and pick up a rotisserie chicken. Me and the mutt then eat it. Good fun sharing a chicken with your dog. I don't share my adult beverage with her, I'm not that generous.

  5. Looks like you don't need a busty redhead to cook for you after all! That's one good looking chicken.

  6. +1 for the great chicken