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.