Monday, September 09, 2013

Chicken!

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.

7 comments:

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

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

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  3. Nice job, and great post. :)

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  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.

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

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  6. +1 for the great chicken

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