Anyway, tonight I grilled something for the first time. Ever. In my life. Not counting my George Foreman grill, of course. It was a fryer chicken cut into quarters. By me. The 12-year old me wouldn't believe it. Because that 12-year old was repulsed when watching her mama handle raw chicken and vowed to only ever use already-cooked rotisserie chicken.
I've come along way from that 12-year old girl. But cutting through chicken bones was absolutely repulsively disgusting.
And I digress. Because all of the repulsive disgusting nastiness was forgotten as I stood out there, wielding my massive grill tongs grillin' up some amazing dairy/soy free chicken. It was an exhilarating Joyful Moment. I always thought I'd leave the barbecuing to the menfolk. Step aside HH, I've got a grill cleaning brush and I'm not afraid to use it!
But my piece had a slightly underdone spot, so if you don't hear from me tomorrow, I'm most likely in the hospital with Salmonella poisoning.
Wishing you all sizzling Joyful Moments!