8/7/09 - I had a 4 lb. roasting chicken ready to go when I got home from work. I just dove right in, removing that interesting and scary pack of stuff first. Since my wife MIGHT want to cook and eat some of that mysterious material later, I zip-locked it and refrigerated it. SO, since I'd just learned about spatchcocking chickens, I figured that had looked simple enough. A chef's knife was enough to saw through either side of the back bone and remove it. I then flipped the chicken upside down, and pressed it until it snapped. I salted and peppered it, and then decided to use the garlic-under-the-skin trick that I had seen recently. So, I smushed four cloves of garlic and then sprinkled it with sea salt, spreading it across with the side of the knife several times until it was a paste. This was pushed up under the skin on both sides as far as I could get it and keep the skin relatively intact. I recalled the legs and wings getting tucked, so I "winged" it, slicing a slit to tuck the legs into, and wrapping the wings into another slit. I look forward to replaying the video and seeing how the pros actually do that.
The grill had gotten to 650 in the 15 minutes of so of prep. The chicken was put with the breasts up on the side of the grill without flames to allow indirect heat. This, for about 20 minutes, allowed a nice browning on the bottom. I added some lemon and lime slices, along with some fresh sage, thyme, rosemary along the way. The citrus worked well. The herbs pretty much vaporized.
I got the digital probe thermometer and it registered 109 degrees. I had read 165 was the right temp. Quite a ways to go. Several back and forths, up one way and the other, over fire and not, it finally registered 159, and it felt done. I put it on a cutting board, with a baking sheet under it to catch the juices, and let it rest for about 5 minutes. When I started breaking down the bird, it fell apart nicely.
The meat was very juicy, tender and extremely flavorful. Another blind-pig-finds-a-turnip instance ! (Plus, it took so long, everyone was hungry !)
Sides were:
1. buttered baguette, put on the grill (off-flame) for about 2 minutes, imparting a noticeable (sp?) smokiness which, to me, added something. (the bread rack is currently having "issues")
2. full lb. of bowtie pasta (maybe 15 minutes of simmering salted water). That grill's side burner doesn't seem to be able to sustain a boil (!?). The pasta was dumped into a bowl, along with a ladle-ful of pasta water (like Mssr. Mario Batali demonstrates so often) to produce a modicum of sauce. Said bowl also contained one shallot, diced; about 4 roasted red peppers from a jar, diced; about a 1/4 cup of powdered stravecchio (sp?) - is THAT what you call it when you run a micro-planer through the cheese ??; a Tbsp. of unsalted butter; fresh-from-the-bush chiffonaded (sp?) basil; and, some salt & pepper. I topped with more cheese, then split grape tomatoes on the top and sides for some color. 'Twas well received at dinner, and I've got a bag of left-overs for my Saturday lunch.
3. I split 4 just-ripe peaches into quarters and put them on the grill, intending to put them on ice cream for dessert. At about 4 minutes, I adjusted all of them to the second cut side. Some of them got blackened because I didn't watch them on the fire closely enough. Once in a bowl, I added a bit of salt, about a tsp. of vanilla, a nob of unsalted butter, and a sprinking of some of the dried brown sugar that I made for bruleeing. It turns out the dish made it to the dinner table, and was just eaten straight up after dinner. I'm glad. They were really good, and didn't need ice cream.
With a good, cold, 59-cent-per-liter glass of ginger ale, this was a very satisfying meal for me.
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I should have probably dressed the chicken this way - cut out the backbone, rinsed it, added the garlic paste under the skin, dried it, and then patted salt and pepper onto the skin.
I will use the citrus slices again. I'm not sure what to do about the "vaporizing" herbs, but they did lend some flavor, I believe, before heading off to herb heaven.
I watched a spatchcocking UTube video afterwards. The guy removed the wishbone, and well as all of the extra skin and fat. I am not sure what the wishbone-ectomy accomplishes, but hopefully someone will enlighten me. Because I didn't do a good job of skin/fat trimming, I had some unnecesary flare-ups on the grill.
The peaches that looked burned were actually my favorites. (!?) They tasted almost carmelized. I'm aiming for close to that for ALL participants next time.
As I emptied the pasta into a bag for storage, I noticed that the ingredients which had on the bottom prior to dumping the pasta in had not been stirred up adequately. NEXT time, I'll use a bigger bowl, so as to not have to be so constrained in my stirring attemps, possibly my racing car spatula would do it !
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PLENTY of left-over chicken, too, for some salad tomorrow night ? :-)