Have you ever noticed how inexpensive an entire chicken costs? I had, but thought little of it because I’m like a hormone driven boy and only want the breasts (of the chicken). But the other day while getting groceries for Scott and Kathy’s grill out, we bought a whole chicken for $5 and then a bottle of sweet and spicy BBQ sauce for $1. A couple days later, we had lunch.
We had to use the Google to find out the best method for BBQing (for realz, not just grilling) this chicken with BBQ sauce. The trick, as we figured was to grill that baby nice and slow on low heat for hours and then at the end brush some BBQ sauce on it.
This was David’s show, as I am not a griller per se. He coated the chicken (skin on) with olive oil, as well as freshly ground salt and pepper. Meanwhile I moved the grill from it’s spot on the deck, away from the bird that decided to nest right above it on the powerlines (and probably laid eggs).
We left the skin on each piece to allow them to keep their moisture in. Chloesterol-schmolesterol. Some people are fearful of grilling chicken because they think that it will try the bird out. We grilled this on low heat for about 2 hours and it was some of the most moist chicken I had ever had.
When we had maybe 30 minutes left or so, David slathered some BBQ sauce on it and kept a watchful eye on the grill, making sure to turn and flip the pieces as need be so that the sugar sweetness of the sauce would not completely burn the chicken.
Two hours, some of the Sunday Times, 95 degree Fahrenheit outside, and a cold water-hose later, our chicken was done and David whipped up a salad for us which we thankfully ate inside in front of a fan.
I later wondered if the bird nesting in the power lines minded that we were eating another bird. But that thought quickly escaped my mind as I started eating.
