It was a dark and stormy night….NO, NO, NO!! Sorry, I just started my last diatribe with that line but it’s still winter and the ice where my wife and I park our cars is so slick there are days we put on ice cleats to just to walk to the bridge that leads to our front door.
What’s a person to do when the old BBQ is covered with snow and ice, you need a BBQ fix and the store bought stuff just don’t cut it? The answer is the good old oven and broiler, assuming the power is on and the roof hasn’t collapsed from a 10,000# snow load.
After a hard day at an oil painting seminar my wife said her mouth wanted to experience some summer in the form of BBQ chicken, so I dusted off my chicken BBQ sauce recipe, the basics I got years ago from Jane Butel’s Finger Liken’ Rib Sticken Great Tastin’ Hot & Spicy Barbecue. I must admit I don’t follow the recipe exactly, I just put in a guess and by golly (whatever that is) of what the recipe says.
So anyway, I started tonight’s culinary adventure with a couple of ounces … OK, maybe 5 or 6, of my best Beefeater gin over ice (don’t believe it when people talk about the fine wines they drink while cookn’. Good gin, bourbon whiskey or Scotch can also release the creative muse). I sipped my drink, turned on my Stevie Ray Vaughan station on Pandora radio, and got to cookn’. The menu tonight was BBQ chicken, spinach with green salsa and cheese, and a baked potato. The liquid refreshment was a glass of water for my wife as she’s watching her caloric intake and dark amber ale for me.
Sorry, but I’m a product of the 60’s and Height Ashbury so I can’t really abide by the rules and break the dinner into all of the various recipes and post them separately. So without further ado, and Santana’s Black Magic Woman playing in the background, here are the recipes.
Рецепт Oven BBQ Chicken
American