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Sunday, January 08, 2006
 
Roto Bird

I cooked my first chicken in the rotiesserie this evening. Chickens are why you buy rotisseries. Chickens are delicious, and they are dirt cheap, and you can sometimes trick vegetarians into eating chickens.

I bought a chicken that was a hair under five pounds for a nickel over two-fifty. I rubbed the chicken good with my proprietary blend of herbs and spices and stuck it in the Showtime rotisserie for about 90 minutes.

What emerged was the delightful, simple succulence of rotisserie poultry. The skin was crisped with the precise flavors of my Italian blend of herbs and spices. The outer, dark meat fell away from the bones, steaming. The nearer, white meat pulled away in white, juicy chunks. Perfectly cooked. Perfectly crispy. Juicy and delicious.

And it fed four with two days of letovers for one and some generous scraps for the doggies too -- for $2.55. The chicken is why you buy the rotisserie. The lamb, pork, roast, and other feasts that the thing kicks out are all just gravy.