This is a very involved recipe, and I can’t promise you’ll get the same results I did, but you can try, I promise it will be enjoyable. The chicken will probably taste the same, but the rest I make no promises about. This recipe is for adults of drinking age only.
Start out with some raw chicken. It is my opinion that you should procure this chicken from a poultry farm closeby. If you have to buy it from a megalamart, so be it. Roll the dice and feed the food monopolies that are trying to shorten our lives so we don’t use up so much health care.
This recipe takes 3 days to complete.
Here’s a (rather lengthy) list of stuff you’ll need:
1 whole chicken, cut up
Marinade:
- Cider Vinegar
- Olive Oil
- Water
- Granulated Garlic
- Your favorite seasoning mix (I used Emeril’s Essence – low salt, you might like Seasoning Salt)
- Roughly cracked peppercorns
- Hungarian Paprika
- Oregano
Cooking Supplies
- Charcoal Grill (and the charcoal, of course)
- Tongs
- Roasting pan
- Old about-to-be-discarded bread pan
Extra-curricular supplies
- Industrial Strength fan
- Garden hose connected to water supply, outfitted with a misting nozzle
- Alcoholic beverage of choice (I used Lemonberry Shandy)
- Turntable and Receiver
- Original LP versions of “The Worst of Jefferson Airplane”; Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young’s “Deja Vu”; Eric Clapton’s “461 Ocean Boulevard”; and Mumford and Son’s “Babel”
- Swim suit
- Waterproof sun block
- Really hot sunny summer day
Two days before cooking:
Mix up some marinade.
Combine 3/4 c cider vinegar and 1/2 c olive oil. Add seasoning. Use whatever you want, or follow my list above. Use A LOT. I probably threw in nearly a quarter cup of the dry seasonings, each. Whisk the heck out of this to make a solution from the oil and vinegar. If you only use garlic and pepper, this chicken will be delicious. Add other herbs and spices as wanted.
Put your raw chicken in a large plastic bag or bowl. Dump your marinade mixture on top and then cover with water. Allow to stand in the refrigerator for two days.
Cooking day (must be hot and sunny):
Put on your swim suit. Liberally apply waterproof sun block. Fire up the grill. You’ll need to maintain the coals at 300 degrees for over an hour. I covered half of my coal pan in a double layer of coals, then added 4-6 briquets every half hour. I did this so that I could transfer the chicken to the non-coals side to cook after I’d browned it.
Get your chicken and your bread pan. This pan will be useless to make bread in when you’re done, so choose wisely. Any smallish pan you can put on the grill will work.
Get the chicken out of the marinade and transfer the marinade to the bread (or other) pan.
Open your first beer, or other alcoholic beverage. Put the bread pan full of marinade directly over the coals. This marinade is going to flavor your chicken and keep it moist throughout the cooking process.
Get “The Worst of Jefferson Airplane” going on the record player. Turn it up. Dance a little bit.
Once the coals have become fully involved (grey around all edges), bring your beverage, the chicken, tongs, bread pan full of marinade and roaster out to your grill. Set the grill as close to the coals as you can. Place the chicken on the grill directly over the coals and cook until you have nice grill marks and the skin starts to brown. While you’re watching that business, finish up your preparations.
Remember vividly that you always knew that EVERYONE in the 60s really only needed to listen to the LAST LINE of “White Rabbit”.
Plug in your fan and bring the hose (with mister) up in front of it. Point the fan at the area just in front of the grill. Point the hose nozzle straight into the air in front of the fan. Turn on the fan and the hose. Make sure neither the fan nor the cord are in danger of getting wet.
Turn the record over.
You may be on beer two or three by now. Drink at your own pace, but make sure you don’t get dry.
When you have a nice sear on the chicken, move it away from the direct heat and move the coal pan down. Cover the grill. Tell your phone to set a timer for 40 minutes. You’ll thank yourself later.
It’s about time to change the record, so put on CSNY Deja Vu.
You should be groovin’ very nicely by now.
Come to the realization that you are enjoying yourself SO MUCH that this must be COSMIC CHICKEN. Do that before the last song on the first side of Deja Vu.
Now you’re just letting the chicken bake on the grill. Keep the grill temp at around 300 degrees and keep it covered. Check it occasionally to make sure you don’t have any fires that will burn the skin, and keep adding 4-6 coals to keep the temperature up.
The marinade gets really crazy looking. Don’t worry, it’s normal.
After one of your chicken checks, look around in the grass.
Wow, man….there’s a butterfly.
Proof that the bombers really did turn into butterflies above our nation, and this IS Cosmic Chicken!
Heavy.
Moderate your drinking so that you don’t fall into the grill.
It will help if you change the record to Eric Clapton’s 461 Ocean Boulevard. No one sings the Hand Jive like Eric. Another method of keeping your sobriety in check is to carry on long involved conversations with your adult children using only the largely unusable and hopelessly tiny texty thingy on your phone. Type your answers without the aid of your glasses, then put them on to check them before you hit send. It’s entertaining. Make sure you tell them how cool the music was in the 60s.
Suddenly remember that you’re standing in man-made rain, and you’re cool with that, even though your glasses are currently unusable.
Put on Mumford and Sons so you can return to the 21st century.
Don’t be frightened when your phone timer goes off. Remember that you initialized that action. The man is not out to get you.
Time to finish up that beautiful chicken skin. Move the chicken back to directly over the coals. Keep it there until it’s got some bad-looking skin, flip it over and do the same for the other side.
When the internal chicken temperature is over 160 degrees, it’s time to take the chicken off the grill and bring it in the house.
Watch out for the hose.
Set the chicken on the kitchen counter until you’re done listening to Mumfy and your beer is gone. Just the one you’re drinking. You don’t have to stay outside until the fridge is empty. Marvel at the wonder of the cosmos that your energy has infused into this chicken.
Come on back in and serve yourself up some dinner!
I recommend having made some pasta salads early in the day.
Have a groovy evening.