Sunday, October 4, 2009

The Dumb Cluck in the Kitchen

I understand that in some parts of this country, especially in the south, there is a preference for meats of various kinds, blackened. This normally involves various spices, such as paprika, salt, cayenne, cumin, thyme, white pepper, and onion powder. Searing the chicken breast, for example, after oiling it and rubbing it with these condiments produces the desired blackening, and subsequent baking turns it into something special.

It is with great pleasure that I announce via this blog entry that I have found a much simpler way, involving no additional expense for condiments of any kind. Based on my extensive kitchen experience, this is how I produced it. One caveat: this recipe requires that you own a dog or cats, or maybe a ferret. Or a skunk.

1. Purchase a chicken. Without it, this recipe fails.
2. Unpack it and lose the giblets. I hate giblets.
3. Put it on a roasting rack (the vertical kind makes it self-basting).
4. Ask someone whose vision is good enough to read the oven temperature indicator to turn it on to 450 for you. (Thank you, A.)
4. Place it in the oven on the bottom rack. This assumes you have removed the top rack before the oven started to heat up.
5. Set the timer for about an hour and a half, if you like well-done chicken.
6. When the timer goes off, silence it and remove the beautiful, brown chicken, off whose bones the meat will be falling.
7. Turn off the oven.
8. Because your pets will materialize on cue when they hear you open the oven door, you cannot leave the bird on the kitchen counter. Instead, when you have carved off what you want to eat, return the bird, on the platter, to the oven, and securely close the door.
9. Set the table, throw together some accompaniments, and have dinner.
10. After dinner, you may remember that the oven was fairly dirty. Turn it on to self clean.
11. Busy yourself with other activities for about 20 minutes. By that time, the smell of well-done chicken should be permeating even the fabric of your curtains.
12. If you can see into the kitchen, run and cancel the self-clean cycle. If you can't, feel your way until you burn your fingers on something hot. It will be the stove. Cancel the self-clean cycle.
13. Tug at the oven door until you realize that the unreadable little red digital bar on the control panel is saying "LOCKED".
14. Busy yourself with other activities for about 40 minutes. By that time, the oven should have cooled enough to unlock the door.
15. Carefully, and with several pot holders or pairs of oven mitts, remove the platter and bird, and place on a non-combustible surface. Be careful not to set it down hard, as all the meat will fall off, except for the burnt parts which will stick to the bones like Velcro(tm).
16. If you prefer, transfer the chicken to a new plate and scrub the platter with any strong abrasive. The burnt-in lines on the bottom where the platter sat on the rack provides a pattern unique in the industry. Your dinner guests will be fascinated by the permanent black spots and the Rorschach smear where the chicken rested on the platter.

Voila. Blackened, Ready-To-Discard Chicken. This recipe will undoubtedly work with a wide variety of dishes, although blackening times may vary. Be sure to include cooling time, as the entree cannot be removed before the oven latch releases. And don't forget to clean your oven afterwards.

4 comments:

scoobyq said...

Oh, no! It looked and smelled so wonderful before the second roasting. :( You could come over and have chicken with me tonight but I have a cold and am probably contagious. Try a variation of Chef Cat Cora's simple cinnamon chicken recipe. It's a stove top thing that you can simply put a lid on to avoid the feline friends' tonguing at it. I like to omit the tomato paste and water (or wine) and use beer instead.

http://www.blisstree.com/articles/chef-cat-coras-cinnamon-chicken/

~ Sil in Corea said...

:giggles: Yep, that's something I could do, if I had a self-cleaning oven. I have the requisite cats in residence.

Eva said...

But on the bright side, the pets got to eat blackened chicken, yes?

The Old Guy said...

@Eva.. Actually no. I offered small bits of the better parts to them, but once their tails turned from question marks to exclamation points, I realized that I had little choice but to down the stuff myself. It went well with the house wine, after a while.