Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Green Eggs and Chicken For Christmas

Our children gave us a Christmas present.
It arrived today.
It needed just a bit of assembly after leaving the truck.
Ben had to make sure the entrance was perfect.
He was so happy I thought he was going to dance.
The egg fit easily in the door.
The men had to take off the handle to get it out on the deck.
But they put it back on.  No worries.
Just a little more tweaking.
I am not sure about organic charcoal.  Really?
Unexpectedly, Ben had to leave, and I was on my own.  One quick call to Jeff, and I had the fire going.  Like really, 3 minutes. Maybe 4.
I had to hunt for something to doll up the chicken with.  I chose wisely.
I decided smoked potatoes might be good.  I way, way underestimated how good.
After 4 hours, the bird came out right at 170 degrees. 
Fortunately, Ben was back home by this time.
In a moment of sentimentality, I used my mother's fork and a knife my father gave me in 1994.
I usually only eat chicken to justify Grandma Markham's cranberry sauce, but this time the chicken was good all by itself.
Of course I made a salad.
Am I breaking some secret rule in talking about the sides instead of the meat?
It was delicious. Oh, my.  Heaven.  Thanks.
Next time the kids visit, they can cook!