Just Cured - Experience Fine Foods

Sunday evening, my wife and I crashed someone’s graduation picnic. Well, we were invited to the party, just not by the hostess. Her brother, who was doing the heavy cooking, invited us by to pick up a spit-roasted chicken or two. Our intent was to grab our dinner, make a hasty exit, and leave the partying to the family and friends of the graduate. Typical of the hospitality of the hostess and her brother the pitmaster, they changed our plans.

Five minutes became two hours and a bottle of wine (mine) and a couple of bottles of champagne (the pitmaster’s brother’s). I made myself moderately useful as the pitmaster’s assistant. We did eventually head home with our chickens and made a late supper of one of them.

Kevin makes the best spit-roasted chicken I have had the privilege of eating. The roasting contraption is something special as well. This “small” version will roast 72 chickens at a time. Kevin did a mini batch for this party of 48 chickens (one spit removed just before I took this picture).

Is there anything better than unexpected time with friends, lively conversation and the smell of a charcoal fire?