Chicken.
Always cooked it, never really knew how to take it apart.
Well, one level of culinary school fixed that up real good and now I can quarter, halve, truss with a needle or just a thread... I can do all sorts of nasty things to chickens I couldn't do before.
And I love it!
There's something primal and sickly satisfying about taking a backbone out of a whole bird... All those bones and cartalidge are no match for a sharp ass knife and a dude (or dude-ette) that knows how to work it.
So it was particularly satisfying to not only take apart a bird, but then to be able to ghetto rig a grill to cook it on which put me in a rare pantheon of manliness that few douchey city dweebs like me get to experience that often.
Picture #1:
See how great that looks, all cleaned up and what-have-you.
So the coals were so perfectly burning from the shad bake that it seemed a shame to let them go to waste, so instead of grilling on the grill, I made this over them:
I shoveled the coals into a pile and put a rusty old grill top on top of some stones and then cooked the chicken on it...
Was it good?
It was chicken, who cares?
And thus ends the epic adventure that was this post...
Now that I've written it I can rest assured that the internet will take over and fix the Shad problem, and we can expect "back to normal" levels next year...
Thanks internet...
See you next time when I do something I haven't really done on this blog for a while and "cook."
We'll see how that goes...
See you then, and enjoy the nice weather (if there's nice weather where you are, if not then... hope it gets better?)
Have good Memorials...
n*
