Chicken under a brick. I keep the good whiskey hidden in a hole covered with a brick and when I took it off noticed there was a chicken close by. I've missed the agile and crafty bird several times and am trying not to get too close to it because that's like shooting ducks on the water, try to keep it sporting, dontchyaknow? I also noticed a brick close by the chicken and do not want to end up CC under a brick. I may end up having can of tuna under a brick.
Naw, that's silly tomfoolery but I really am having chicken under a brick because I found a dead one at the store, they air chilled it to death. And it's not a brick, it's a dutch oven with foil on the bottom and I beat the hell out of this chicken after spatchcocking it (nope, nope, nope, not going there, mods can still get time outs) and sear it on the skin side and pull it out (the chicken) and put a bunch of halved red potatoes, salt, pepper, thyme and olive oil and put the chicken on top of the potatoes and in the oven that goes and let that chicken fat, aka schmaltz, go to work on those potatoes and they get real crispy on the cut side. For the last 10 minutes have a baste of butter, lemon juice, thyme and Maldon flaky salt on that skin and let that drop down over the chicken and potatoes and everything stays crispy at 450. Mmmmmmmmighty fine eatin'.
Going to have a chopped salad and champagne with that because having champagne when you're alone makes you eccentric and interesting. But only to yourself but what the hell, you're alone so who cares?
