All Things Chicken

First it was beer cans, now I cook with a brick. Butterfly chicken, smash it flat onto a sizzling fry pan and then add insult to injury by pinning the poor bird down with a brick. I am looking to cook my next chicken with an motorized leaf blower. Any Ideas?

Stuck In My Room

I am not sure what my problem is but when ever the cleaning lady(Jane) comes over I always hide in my bedroom upstairs with the dogs. Its not that she is mean in fact she is quite nice. The dogs need to be kept away from her because they can mess at about the same speed she cleans. When they are together it becomes this weird stalemate. A few hundred hairs fall off their bodies Jane breaks out the vacuum. Dirty paws scramble across the hard wood floors out comes the mop. You get the picture. I could just leave them locked in their crates and go watch some tv but it seems wrong, when a relative stranger is cleaning last nights marinara sauce spill at the stove. So here I sit waiting for the sounds of cleaning to end so I with the pooches can go nose around the down stairs and do what we do best.

What can't beer do?

Its official, beer can do most anything. Refreshing taste, smooth finish, and in its stale form it kills bugs. Shove it into the body cavity of a chicken, throw it into the bbq for an hour and the chicken falls off the bone in a flavor explosion. See the enclosed photo for proof. If you look closely at the photo you can see the chicken is perched atop the beer can on the cutting board.