Soaking it all in

The first time I heard of beer-can chicken, I thought, “Why in the world would you sacrifice a can of beer in that manner?” I mean, it’s bad enough you’re wasting precious beer but shoving the can up the bird’s innards too, jeepers! Well a few years later and a bit wiser when it comes to food, I must confess that if you’re going to sacrifice a brew, this is likely the best thing to use it for. And if you don’t feel comfortable sticking an aluminum can up the bird, they now have cooking kits you can use. I’m a purist though. Just give me a good can of beer and that will do. No fancy equipment required. Beer-can chicken is actually easy to make. You marinate the chicken however you wish. Open a can of beer and pour 1/3 of it into the roasting pan. Place the open can in the center of the roasting pan and slide the chicken on top of the can. I like roasting my chicken anywhere between 375-400 degrees and usually 90 minutes does the trick (it depends on the size of the bird). If yo

Super Bowl Sunday came and went and with it so did tons of chips and salsa, chicken wings, nachos and any semblance of a proper diet. My team wasn’t in the game (forever a Dallas Cowboys fan…get over it) and I don’t like the New England Patriots (does anyone?) so the only reason in watching it was to have an excuse to eat and drink beer. Well that and root for the Eagles. Things started off on the right foot during the first half. I served up a nice plate of spinach and vegetable salad. I nibbled on a few dill pickle spears and drank water. During the second quarter as the game intensified and the score remained close, I chomped on chips and salsa. As the game progressed I steadily found myself yelling at the TV screen more often. “Curse you Tom Brady,” I’d yell and then grab a Dorito. “Someone tackle him please.” Watching Brady drop a pass after a trick play, actually had me laughing out loud. I celebrated with a spicy chicken wing and a beer. As much as I like Justin Timberl