Roast Chicken a la Dan
|Talk to the Ove Glove.|
Last night Dan and I roasted a chicken in the pan I promised to review for CSN Stores. So let’s get that disclosure thing out of the way:
I got this roasting pan with a $50 gift certificate that was given to me on the condition I promised to write a review of the product I chose. Small price to pay. I like blogging about food and cooking. Anyone who feels like calling me a sellout should remember that I write for money.
When Dan first took the roasting pan out of the box, he was a little more critical than I. “It’s a little thinner than I expected,” he said. “Still, it looks nice. I can’t wait to roast a chicken.”
|After the brine, before the butter.|
All I could manage was to clap my hands together stupidly and say, “Shiny!”
Dan let the chicken hang out in a brine for a while. Then we made a compound butter put lovely pats of it all over the bird. “Eww, I said, “there is juice coming out of that chicken’s butt.”
“Swiss, I’ve never seen someone so afraid of food.”
“I’m not scared of food. I’m afraid of touching it before it’s cooked.”
After Dan finished laughing at me, we roasted the 7-pounder in the oven for a couple of hours.
|Lots of butter.|
The chicken was perfect. When it was time to clean up, I wondered if I could get the pan to look like it did fresh out of the box. As I was hand scrubbing and rinsing the stainless steel, I said, “I know you thought it cold be thicker, but I’m glad it doesn’t weigh much more.”
“Yeah, it’s fine. It didn’t warp in the oven, so it’s good.” While there are a couple of character marks on the pan after being used, it’s still beautiful. Still shiny.
|Voila! Perfectly browned.|
Now I just need to find a place for it in my kitchen.
I love my pan. I love the chicken. And I love my boyfriend because he makes me love cooking.