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.