I am impatient. After my seventh curing fire, I wanted to cook something. The oven had reached about 500 near the floor and I wanted to use some of that heat to roast something I could eat. I went to the grocery store and found a 4 pound chicken. The weighing scale/price marker had malfunctioned, giving the chicken a measured weight of .11 pounds. The chicken cost .14 cents. I brought this to the attention of the manager, and he let me have it for the marked price. What a coup!
I constructed a makeshift oven door using a hunk of firewood, cut from the edge of the tree, and screwed two handles on it. It left a gap of half an inch on either side, which was not perfect, but it allowed the coals to smoulder for a while.
I dusted the chicken with Goya Adobo seasoning (con pimienta), and put a probe thermometer in the breast. It started at 51 degrees and ended up at 170 about an hour later. It was one of the juiciest, tastiest chickens I've ever had.
I constructed a makeshift oven door using a hunk of firewood, cut from the edge of the tree, and screwed two handles on it. It left a gap of half an inch on either side, which was not perfect, but it allowed the coals to smoulder for a while.
I dusted the chicken with Goya Adobo seasoning (con pimienta), and put a probe thermometer in the breast. It started at 51 degrees and ended up at 170 about an hour later. It was one of the juiciest, tastiest chickens I've ever had.
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