I Roasted a Chicken!
And I survived!
For some reason, roasting a chicken has scared me to death. Most likely because I despise touching raw meat. But today, I conquered those fears, even if I was screaming like a little girl the entire time.
Sometimes I get an idea in my head and it does not leave until I accomplish the task. I’ve been obsessed with the idea of roasting the chicken since last week, so I finally picked one up yesterday.
Maybe not my wisest decision, since this has already been quite a traumatic weekend. But I don’t regret it now.
I also saw a picture of beer can chicken with an apple shoved down it’s neck, so after stuffing 7 garlic cloves down there, I put in half a lemon. I figured it would work too! I also mixed about 1/3 cup of butter with some thyme, and rubbed it throughly under the skin and all over the top. That was fun.
I chopped some potatoes, fennel and parsnips to add to the bottom of the pan because it was what I had on hand. I also dumped about half of the can of beer in the bottom.
Mr. How Sweet and I clearly are four years old because we could not stop laughing at how funny this looked. He kept bringing up the episode of Friends where Monica puts the turkey on her head.
I roasted it at 425 degrees for about 1 1/2 hours.
I didn’t take many photos because we were too lost in the moment, but it was so delicious. Mr. How Sweet is still moaning over how good it tasted. He gave me the best compliment ever: “you just make this look so easy.” The crispy skin is amazing. If you haven’t roasted a chicken, you must do so soon.
I’m emotionally exhausted. Happy Sunday!