Hey everyone! So if you have been a reader of the blog, you will know chicken is my Achilles Heel. For some reason, anytime I venture into cooking a chicken it just goes wildly wrong. With that, I wasn’t exactly thrilled when I almost literally had a chicken appear on my doorstep.
It had been a hell of a couple weeks. On top of the usual life, my household of 5 became the house holding 5 separate cases of strep throat. Now, I love BBQ, but in the middle of this sickness BBQ was the last thing on my mind. I was the first to catch it, which also meant I was the first to feel somewhat normal again. Feeling almost back to myself, my phone rang. It was my mom saying “Hey, I have this chicken defrosted and ready to cook, but I am not able to cook it this weekend. You want it?”
Truthfully, I kinda didn’t want it. I mean I suck at chicken and could think of 100 things I would rather BBQ. But, I am cheap and don’t want to turn down a good bird. Besides, even if I screwed up the chicken, I still had a chicken carcass to make stock with and the rest of my mending house would like some soup. There, I had talked myself into the bird.
