“You’re going to do what?” he asked.
“Spatchcock a chicken. Just make sure you’re hungry.”
I found the instructions online. Actually, I found the word online and was so enamored with the idea of performing a spatchcock on anything – me, him, the wall, strangers – that I was rather relieved to find all it involved was a hot oven and poultry.
The instructions stressed patience, as basically what you do is debone a chicken and roast it flat. I blame my cutlery. The knives have lost a step or two, they moonlight as gardening implements . After an eternity of minutes hacking at an immoveable backbone, I threw caution to the wind and improvised with two river rocks and a hammer.
We had dinner at Jack in the Box tonight. I think $1 for two tacos is a pretty sweet deal.
Update by popular request. You'd think this would turn anyone vegan, but note the gnawed leg.