Well….I didn’t freak out, but there was a considerable amount of *shuddering*. Enough that I should probably seriously consider veganism.
I have actually tried roasting a chicken before – this wasn’t the very first time – but I couldn’t eat it because the prepping of the chicken was so disturbing to me. That was the ‘freaking out’ I was trying to avoid. This time was slightly better. But only slightly.
I had forgotten, or successfully blocked out, the removal-of-the-innards part. Ugh. it is awful and gross. I was smart-ish enough to remove that stuff while the chicken was still only partially thawed so it was actually easy to remove and not…well, not…it just wasn’t as gross as last time.
I decided that if was going to make a whole chicken I was going to make an awesome recipe. After reading several chose The Standard Grill’s Million Dollar Chicken. It was easy and straightforward. And it included a lovely lemony crème fraiche glaze to help the chicken brown up nicely
So…I’ve done it. If pressed I could do it again. The chicken turned out very nicely and I’ll be eating it for the rest of the week because even a relatively small chicken still makes a lotta meat
The thing is – I eat meat. I like to eat meat and my body feels pretty decent eating meat, but man, I do not like to cook it myself. I know I’m not alone in this, but I was feeling like – if I want to eat it, I need to be willing to prepare it myself. Can I get away with being wiling without actually doing it again? I’m not sure.
Happy roasters of chicken, I salute you. I am not one of you, but I am glad you exist.