Yet another cooking disaster. I have signed up for remedial grilling school. This was to be beer can chicken. Being a bit nervous about the age of the old hen we wanted to make sure the internal temperature was well above the point at which Sam the Salmonella finds comfort. I violated Bubba's explicit instructions and put the hen on direct heat. I was distracted for a few minutes and upon return the fog had rolled in from the bay. Wait... no...thats not fog, its smoke, opening the grill, I was welcomed by a flaming chicken. The garden hose extinguished the flames, and a recheck of the internal temperature indicated it was not done. Perfect black on the outside, and red in the middle.
Note to self, there is absolutely no reason not to buy a roaster chicken. You can't do it as good at home.
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Another cooking disaster?? Puleeze!! OK-maybe not the best chicken ever but I can't remember the last time I laughed so hard at something flaming on the grill...hahahahah
Wow; that's Genny beer in a can! I didn't think that existed anymore.
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