After having great success cooking our Thanksgiving turkey in a
bucket, the Island King decided he wanted to try a chicken.
So Friday night we got a chicken, seasoned him up, dropped him on
a stick and covered him with a bucket.
The Island King put up his chicken wire fence, dumped charcoal
around and on top of the bucket and the cooking began.
He set the alarm on his phone and went about his business.
About an hour later we smelled chicken cooking but he kept saying
that was ok – the chicken would be ready when the alarm went off.
We sat around the fire, blew up a bag of flour, made some rice
with tomatoes and okra to go with the chicken and finally the alarm
went off.
He raked the coals away from the bucket
Lifted the bucket off the chicken
And we saw this
Hmm.
Looks a little on the done side to me.
The Island King was trying to figure out what went wrong when it
dawned on him that you don't need to cook a 4 lb chicken for as long
as you need to cook a 15 lb turkey.
About the same time, I realized that you don't let a man who's
been drinking Wild Turkey all evening set a food timer.
We tried to eat it but just couldn't handle more than a few bites.
Even Buddy the Beagle didn't eat much of it and what he did eat he
threw up on the tent floor later.
We'll try it again but next time I'm setting the timer.Labels: Done
