Besides the fact that I can bake practically ANYTHING, I admit that I'm not the best thing that's ever walked into a kitchen. Not even second best. Although I like to think that I'm so dang cute (HA!) that my looks instantly improve any room-including the kitchen-they don't necessarily make the food taste good. A girl can only go so far with that. (I've tried)
Anywho.... My first thought was to slap ol' Fog Horn Leg Horn on the grill. Easy. Peasy. And just the amount of clean up that I like to have. (aka-almost none) The problem was that while the grill physically made the trip from Minnesota, it didn't really fare that well. In fact, it now has some "extra" pieces and doesn't really want to function in even the barest sense. So no chillin' while grillin' for me.
My second choice (and the one I totally went for) was to crack out the counter top grill thing that we used to use fairly often back in Minnesota. Kinda like a George Foreman grill, but the grill plates pop out and totally go in the dish washer. (Not the Mr. P type of dishwasher. The other kind, silly.)
|awesome grill thingy|
And two seconds later it fell from the top plate of the griddle. It was totally stuck to the top plate. And I DIDN'T cook it to smitherines. HA! Take that evil non-baking gremlins of the kitchen! Cooking success! It was good. So good that I shared it with the begging pups. (I refuse to acknowledge the fact that they'll eat just about anything. I don't need that kind of rain on my meat cooking parade right now)
|chicken cookin' evidence (and I garnished it with a knife!)|
So the moral of the story is this: if you're missing your chicken-LOOK UP!!
And you thought this blog never gave you any useful information.... :)