I May Need Antipsychotic Medication...Part 1

Wine And Herb Chicken On The Grill
(I guess you can see the allure of this dish in the
title alone)
I have attempted this before, with no success.  Why, you ask, do I try it again?  Because I do not learn from my mistakes.  I have learned that one new magazine dish a night, is probably my limit, but I always feel I could take on more.  Maybe.  Probably not, but maybe.

I knew I was in trouble with this when I had to put a whole chicken on the grill.  That doesn't seem normal all by itself.  And probably out of my skill set.  But I ignored the voice in my head telling me this was all I should attempt tonight.  "Maybe a nice salad, that the kids could make would be better than doing a magazine side item...." the voice suggested.  I started to second guess myself, while looking at my chicken on the grill.  Why can't this magazine have more pictures?    I was fully prepared to blame the magazine for this failure due to lack of pictures, when my 13 year old walked outside to check out what I was doing.  "Uhhh...What's wrong with that chicken?"  Now I am throwing him under the blog bus also.  No one is safe in this house.  And apparently my chicken looks weird, great.  I left Ryan outside with the mangled chicken (must give him responsibilities so I can blame him--the voice told me this was a good idea) so I could see to the side dish.
Are A Chicken's Legs Supposed
To Do That?
Ryan called me outside because the grill was smoking.  I guess some of the bird was dripping on the grill and causing it to flame up.  It was time to flip the bird anyway (also, I needed to assess the damage).  Ryan decided to pipe in with how dark the bird was.  He quickly changed his tune when I said, "Well, you were supposed to be watching it."  My inner voice high-fived me.  All his fault, not that I over extended myself,  he was supposed to watch the bird.  I must have been having this conversation in my head because Ryan asked why I was laughing.  This may be my breaking point with the magazine dinners.

I didn't see Ryan again until I called everyone for dinner.  He's a smart kid and I may need some antipsychotic medication.  Aren't all the great artists a little nutty, though?  By the looks of my chicken, I may need a little more artist and little less nutty.

Brining the Bird
She wasn't much to look at, but that was one tasty bird.  I don't know if it was the brine or the fact that I (and Ryan, I guess) pulled the bird at just the right time, but it was so incredible tender and juicy.  This was a fantastic mangled chicken.  Stay tuned for part two....
The Ingredients
Once I Took The Legs Off
The Chicken Began To Look Normal


My Mangled Chicken











Cook's Country Aug/Sept 2012




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