Tuesday is the day we go to Rossmore to water and clean the hallways. It isn't a hard job but what is hard is driving into town and back. It sucks the life from you to be on the freeway that long. When we got home and settled, I decided to try the beer can chicken I had seen on a cook show. I forgot exactly how they seasoned it but I seasoned it my way and cooked it their way. What you do is season your bird, take any beer in a can, don't use the large can, the regular can size is perfect. Pop the tab, drink half the beer in the can and shove the entire can with the rest of the beer up the chicken's ass.
Now, I have had friends that did this to chicken, and in today's world it hardly fazes youth to take a beer can anymore up the kazoo. But if you do it to poultry, well it comes out incredibly delicious. Stand the chicken on your grill using the legs of the chicken and bottom of the beer can to balance the chicken so that it looks like it's going to walk right off the grill. It is quite sturdy I found and stayed that way while I slow cooked and smoked the bird. Have your fire to the side with a pan under your chicken half filled with water to even the temperature out. Put some wood chips on the coals, sit back and get pleasantly toasted while the bird cooks to your liking.
It comes out moist, evenly cooked and when you go to pull that can out of the chicken's ass, it will be hotter than a blue-balled sixteen year old. So stay on the safe side, and always wear your gloves.
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