In case I haven’t mentioned it before, I’m quite fond of grilling.  About a month or so ago, my brother was visiting, so it was a prime opportunity to break out my grill and cook tasty animals.  Now, I’m pretty decent when it comes to grilling, but I admittedly have quite a bit to learn.  Unfortunately, I don’t grill as often as I want to.  Mostly because I always want to grill, I cook a lot of food when I want to grill, and overeating will make me fat again.  Since no one likes fat André and I’m not prepared to cook less food when grilling, I have to limit how often I break out the grill.  So my point is this: I don’t have a lot of opportunities to perfect my craft (and yes, grilling is my craft).

So after an afternoon in front of the grill, I have a tray full of chicken drumsticks, hamburgers, and hot dogs for my brother and I to devour.  I bite into one of my drumsticks and I’m dumbfounded.  It’s not just good, it’s great!  It’s without a doubt the best chicken I’ve grilled.  But wait!  This could all just be in my head, or I could have only just cooked that one drumstick extremely well.  Luckily, my brother was there to try another one, and there was agreement: this chicken was, as people said in the 90s, the bomb.  So what did I do differently?  I’m not exactly sure, but I have been able to reproduce it.  So I have a decent idea of what I need to do, but a poor idea of why what I’m doing works…and that bugs me!  So that’s one of my goals for the summer: to figure out the secret of the amazing chicken.