by Erika Ray

If Summer had a bird, it’d be the Beer Can Chicken.  I’ve written about my fascination for chickens a number of times, but I’ll do it again for the O+U crowd.  A raw chicken is a beautiful little thing.  There’s so much promise and hope with a raw chicken.  A little oil, some seasoning, stuff it with a lemon, and roast.  Simple.  Put it in a clay pot.  Surround it was herbs.  Delicious.  Chop it up.  Marinate it in buttermilk.  Fry the goodness and fat right into the skin.  Sinfully good.  No matter what you do to the raw chicken, you’ll be satisfied.

But a Beer Can Chicken…  Oh goodness, she’s a sexy little beast.  She just might be the Jenna Jameson of the food world.  The Beer Can Chicken doesn’t take it laying down.  She’s upright for the crowd to ogle.  Her breasts position towards the fire.  Wings pinned back ready for the heat.  The beer bubbles and moistens her from the inside out.  She stands there ready to take it.  Fat dripping off and skin slowly sizzles.  She does all this and still makes you wait an hour before you’re allowed to rip into her.  She’s sexy.  Admit it.

It isn’t only her presentation that makes her gorgeous, but it’s also the process.  She’s got brains behind those plump breast.  Beer Can Chicken means you can have a comforting roasted chicken meal without heating the entire house!  You so want her number, don’t you?!  But wait.  Because she’s so easy and cheap, she’s better with a twin!  Doing two doesn’t take anymore time and you get a double BAM: enough leftover chicken to ensure a second meal!  Now you’re super hot for Beer Can Chicken.

Don’t worry if Beer isn’t your thing, she’s as tasty with a soda.  Just not as classy in my opinion.  If you’ve enjoyed this little hussy, I’m preaching to the choir.  But if you haven’t, don’t be bashful, give her a whirl.  Here’s our favorite rub and recipe.  Heat up your grill and get sexy.



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  1. July 17, 2012

    i LOVE beer can chicken!
    nothing better.
    now i need a friggin grill. left ours behind with the move. crap.

  2. July 17, 2012

    This is going to be enough to push us over the edge to finally buy a grill. I haven’t made real food in months. That’s not an exaggeration. And now I’m hot for beer can chicken.

  3. July 17, 2012

    I feel dirty now…but GOOOOOD dirty. And hungry.

  4. July 17, 2012

    Well, you certainly know how to get me hot and bothered. Haven’t made a beer can chicken yet this season. It’s now on the menu for later this week. I’ll keep my hands out of the bird’s butt though. Mark may have been enjoying himself TOO much there…

  5. July 17, 2012

    not gonna lie. i’m totally horny now.

    • joelynnej #
      July 18, 2012

      Lol, you stole the words out of my mouth! It’s like an effin’ chicken orgy up in here!

  6. foroneplease #
    July 19, 2012

    can’t wait to sink my teeth into her juicy tenders 😛 LOL…nicely written! And love the pics too!!

  7. July 24, 2012

    We tried beer can chicken for the first time a few weeks ago. My husband made me help him beer-can-ify the chicken. I violated that poor chicken. If there were chicken police, I would have been arrested. I’m good with having plain old boring chicken just so I don’t ever have to do that again.

    • July 25, 2012

      Oh man. That makes me sad. Shoving it up there is my favorite part. It makes me weird.

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