Poultry Sacrifice

Yesterday, I told Gllen that I wanted to us to make dinner together. We have been eating separately a lot, so its nice every once in a while to cook together. I feel like we have been neglecting our grill this summer, so I suggested that we try to make a beer-can chicken. This sent Gllen into a flurry of online research. For the next half hour, every time I looked over at his computer, I saw pictures of an impaled chicken. He gleaned precious knowledge and finally declared, "I know exactly what to do now."

I was assigned the task of grocery shopping, which freed from from all chicken prep and cooking duties. This pleases me. Gllen was busy creating a special rub for the chicken upon my return. I dumped the groceries on him, ordering him to unpack everything and put it away because I had had an accident with a case of soda in my car. Long story short, the case broke as I was hauling it to my car and several cans exploded. When I returned, he was fist-deep in the cavern of the chicken, and I sailed past him into the sanctuary of the living room, mentally singing "lalala!"

Two hours later, we had a perfectly cooked chicken. And, to give back to the internet community, I will now post pictures of OUR impaled chicken:

I can honestly say that it was the juiciest chicken I have ever eaten. And Gllen was very pleased. It was the first time in my life that I have ever seen Gllen eat meat WITHOUT BBQ. If you are nice, maybe he'll share his recipe with you.