SeaCat
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What is the best Chicken you have ever had?
For me it was at a cook out held by my Fire Department.
My department had been advertising a Chicken Cook Out for a couple of weeks prior. This was to raise money for the department. We did this every year and I had been volunteering for it every year. I was looking forward to it.
A week before the cook out my chief called me and told me things were falling apart. The expected grills weren't being promised and the guy who usually cooked wasn't going to be in town. He was in trouble and wanted my help. I told him I would help but he needed to allow me free reign. He readily agreed to this.
The next day I was out behind the station with several others and the chief. We dug a nice deep pit and lined it with Cinder Blocks. We built this up until it stood two feet off the ground. We're talking a pit three feet deep by three feet wide and ten feet long. The chief just looked at it and shook his head.
I called some friends and had wood delivered by the pick-up load. Hickory and Maple. I cut it and split it then stacked it near the pit. I continued working on the pit. I found some fencing and put it in place then built the pt up another foot above this. The chief shook his head. Who knows what a Redneck is going to make?
I did some shopping and picked up what I needed. Bags of Garlic and Oniuons and Chilis.
The day before the cookout the chickens arrived and I was ready. I had set up several stoves and placed stock pots on each burner. I added water to each pot along with chopped Onions, Salt, Garlic and crushed Peppers. A short crew helped me open the bags of split chickens and toss them into the pots to boil for a bit. We're talking well over two hundred pounds of Chicken.
As each chicken half was pulled from the water they were hit with a dusting of the same mix of Garlic, Onion and Ancho's before being placed in the fridges. You could smell this for miles around.
The morning of the cook out I was at the station early. I lined the bottom of the pit with wood and lit it up. I let it burn down to coals then added some wet wood. Above this I placed the chicken on the home made racks then put covers made of old car hoods over the pit. (It's amazing just how many split chickens you can cook on a three foot wide by ten foot long rack.)
Other people were showing up with the sides as the tables were set up. We had Slaw and Mac and Cheese. We had Potatoe Salad and cold sodas.
People started showing up and paying their five bucks for their chicken meal. The chief was standing there in uniform looking over at me in my jeans and department T-Shirt and worrying. He didn't know what to expect.
I pulled the first hood off and we yanked the rack of chicken out of the smoke. Others pulled the chicken off the rack as I added more wet wood to the coals beneath. When they had cleared the rack we reloaded it and put it back in place.
I was in charge of the pit and I was busy. As soon as a rack was ready it was pulled, cleared then reloaded and put back in place with fresh wet wood beneath it. Others served the chicken as I stood in the smoke and sucked down cold water.
By the end of the day we had gone through four hundred pounds of chicken and people were asking for more. (I did manage to get my hands on some of the chicken, but not enough to satisfy my hunger.)
That was some of the best chicken I have ever made.
Cat
Oh, the department still makes chicken for their annual chiken dinners that way.
For me it was at a cook out held by my Fire Department.
My department had been advertising a Chicken Cook Out for a couple of weeks prior. This was to raise money for the department. We did this every year and I had been volunteering for it every year. I was looking forward to it.
A week before the cook out my chief called me and told me things were falling apart. The expected grills weren't being promised and the guy who usually cooked wasn't going to be in town. He was in trouble and wanted my help. I told him I would help but he needed to allow me free reign. He readily agreed to this.
The next day I was out behind the station with several others and the chief. We dug a nice deep pit and lined it with Cinder Blocks. We built this up until it stood two feet off the ground. We're talking a pit three feet deep by three feet wide and ten feet long. The chief just looked at it and shook his head.
I called some friends and had wood delivered by the pick-up load. Hickory and Maple. I cut it and split it then stacked it near the pit. I continued working on the pit. I found some fencing and put it in place then built the pt up another foot above this. The chief shook his head. Who knows what a Redneck is going to make?
I did some shopping and picked up what I needed. Bags of Garlic and Oniuons and Chilis.
The day before the cookout the chickens arrived and I was ready. I had set up several stoves and placed stock pots on each burner. I added water to each pot along with chopped Onions, Salt, Garlic and crushed Peppers. A short crew helped me open the bags of split chickens and toss them into the pots to boil for a bit. We're talking well over two hundred pounds of Chicken.
As each chicken half was pulled from the water they were hit with a dusting of the same mix of Garlic, Onion and Ancho's before being placed in the fridges. You could smell this for miles around.
The morning of the cook out I was at the station early. I lined the bottom of the pit with wood and lit it up. I let it burn down to coals then added some wet wood. Above this I placed the chicken on the home made racks then put covers made of old car hoods over the pit. (It's amazing just how many split chickens you can cook on a three foot wide by ten foot long rack.)
Other people were showing up with the sides as the tables were set up. We had Slaw and Mac and Cheese. We had Potatoe Salad and cold sodas.
People started showing up and paying their five bucks for their chicken meal. The chief was standing there in uniform looking over at me in my jeans and department T-Shirt and worrying. He didn't know what to expect.
I pulled the first hood off and we yanked the rack of chicken out of the smoke. Others pulled the chicken off the rack as I added more wet wood to the coals beneath. When they had cleared the rack we reloaded it and put it back in place.
I was in charge of the pit and I was busy. As soon as a rack was ready it was pulled, cleared then reloaded and put back in place with fresh wet wood beneath it. Others served the chicken as I stood in the smoke and sucked down cold water.
By the end of the day we had gone through four hundred pounds of chicken and people were asking for more. (I did manage to get my hands on some of the chicken, but not enough to satisfy my hunger.)
That was some of the best chicken I have ever made.
Cat
Oh, the department still makes chicken for their annual chiken dinners that way.