I cooked a chicken…yes, a chicken!

For all of you who know me, I am definitely not a chicken eatin’ kind of gal. I actually don’t even really like chicken all that much! I’m a surf and turf loving girl. So yes, cooking a chicken was a big deal for me!

I had asked Lover Boy to pick up a chicken breast on his way home from work the other day because I was making a pasta dish and knew he’d like it a million times better if there was some meat atop it…he’s one of those kind of guys: more meat = more bliss for his stomach, therefore meaning he’s not hungry, meaning we’re all happy!

Anyway, he comes home with this:

All I have to say is “Julia, I’m not ready yet to debone a duck!” I’m much to amateur for this kind of gig (yes, I realize this is not a duck, nor does it need to be deboned or anything of the matter, but still! It’s how I felt! and after all, this is America! I can think what I want! right?)

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Needless to say there was no way this baby was getting cooked that night to go along with the pasta. So Lover Boy was still hungry that night 🙁

So today, while waitin’ on my mail man I decided to conquer my fears of this bad boy (or girl) and cook it up! Here’s how it went:

Next came

(like my shadow? opps!) Not so sure that this looks all that appetizing-well at least to me because like I said, I’m not really into grazing on birds.

And finally after a million hours (well not quite a million, but close) you wind up with:

My very first chicken! I did it! I cooked a chicken! and it wasn’t even really that bad of a process or tasting 🙂 Lover Boy sure enjoyed it!