The other day we had our first cookout of the season. I washed off the porch, the grill and the table and set about getting a beer can chicken going. Fuzzby looked on and helped by holding the paper towels for me. He had the best time chewing on the ends, hooting down the tube and hugging it close. Who knew that a roll of Brawny could be so much fun?
The chicken ended up being 'just ok'. I need to remember to leave the top holes open a bit to get the crispy skin the next time.
1 comment:
Beer can chicken? Sounds delicious!
Yay for your new blog! I love the list of nicknames and the games Gus likes to play. I cracked up and snorted some of my coffee up my nose :)
Post a Comment