I will admit, I got a little attached to my chicken. I think he just kind of drew me in with his little wings and legs and fat little belly. Call me crazy. I know some of you already do!
Here's my chicken friend after I took out the packet of gizzards, or whatever that nastiness is called.
|Just hanging around|
|All ready to go in the oven|
|Oh chicken, you look and smell so good|
Then Darin took the chicken out to see if it was done. He pulled out a chunk of meat from the right side of the bird. It was good. Then he looked more closely and saw that the chicken was still a bit raw looking underneath the part he had just sampled.
Mr. Chicken went back into the oven. We all ate some very delicious, very cheesy and buttery potatoes while we waited for the chicken. After 20 minutes, we took him out again and Darin tried the other side.
|My poor chicken|
I am sure I will cook a chicken again someday, but I'll have to find a different cooking method for sure.