Tonight I made Karen Templeton’s Easiest Roast Chicken Ever, but because I don’t do easy, there had to be some drama.
I couldn’t find a four-pound chicken.
I’m not very good at winging it. (Heh. Winging it. Chicken. Get it?) When I follow a recipe, I follow the recipe. But apparently we like a bigger chicken here in New England because the smallest I could find anywhere (yes, I went to more than one grocery store) was a six-pounder. The recipe didn’t say six pounds. It said four pounds.
But I persevered because I’ll do almost anything for the words easiest and ever. The important thing for me is the little pop-up timer because meat thermometers are yet another thing on the massive list of things I haven’t mastered. Finally, after much drama and internal (okay, and a little external) dialogue with myself, I decided on a seven and one-half pounder because it had clear directions and a pop-up timer.
It was awesome. Even the Short Kid liked it and he never eats chicken unless it has popcorn before it or nuggets after it. I think we’re up to a whole six things all four of us will eat now!
I didn’t take a picture, though.