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Hmm...well, my favorite roast checken recipe is from the Zuni Cafe cookbook...does that count as a story?

My husband recently roasted a chicken and boiled off the bits for a chicken stock. He put the broth in a big plastic bowl with a lid and was moving it to the refrigerator so he could make soup with it the next day. I don't know whether the lid popped off or he banged it on the way in but I heard a large splash, a 'damnit!', and got up to find chicken stock all through the fridge and on the floor. At 10:30 pm.

I'm still finding bits of chicken stock in my fridge.

my husband makes the chicken in the house. the only time i made it i burnt it. baaaad. this book might save me ;)

I became addicted to roasted pick-up-on-the-way-home supermarket chicken. I crave it. And I think all of the bones should be cooked for chicken stock. But I have no room in my freezer for all that stock. I need a freezer to keep up my supermarket chicken habit. :)

my chicken coop is my story

ok this isnt my story, but a friends. it was during his days as a college student living in a somewhat seedy neighborhood with one roommate. he purchased a roast chicken and carved himself a sandwich, went to his living room to eat it and watch tv. when he returned to his kitchen his chicken was gone (and he left it with about half the meat still there). he then accused his roommate of eating it all without asking. the roommate denied this and as they turned looked to one of the adjoining rooms found a rather large rat with the the whole chicken carcass.

my "chicken story" is about my favorite hen "Red." She used to ride on a shoulder as any of my family walked out to the garden or orchards when I was a child. She also would occasionally ride on bicycle handlebars.

Freshman year of college, a bunch of friends and I decided to cook Thanksgiving dinner in the dorm kitchen. We got the largest chicken we could find at the local grocery store -- carrying it and all the other food on foot through the cold was a feat in itself. Of course, each person had their own idea of how the chicken should be cooked and for how long. Given all the arguing and people secretly adding oil or butter and this spice or that, it should have been a disaster, but somehow, everything turned out great!

A friend almost burned his apartment down when he left the roast chicken remnants simmering in the stockpot overnight and forgot about it. All turned out well, though!

i made chicken last night, does that count?

Kind of mean but I used to hate chicken! I found it was always dry and had no flavor--until I started making my own. I realized my mom was just cooking it way too long and my sister's and I now call it chicken jerky! (not to her face of course!)

I had no idea the stuff could be so tasty, I'm a true convert!

Being a Southern girl, I once decided I would try to make fried chicken the real, old fashioned way. I was following a time-consuming Southern Living ultimate recipe that included marinating in buttermilk, dredging, letting the pieces rest again, and then frying them up in batches.

And after the entire day spent with that chicken, it still didn't taste like Grandma's!

Not my personal story but my church sponsored a vietnamise family years ago and their first visit to an a American grocery store was both overwhelming and educational. They bought what they thought was a canned chicken then learned upon opening it that what they had was Crisco. They did not read english and bought it because of the picture of fried chicken on the label.

My horse has befriended his boarding farm's chickens. They eat his grain and sleep in his hay. I don't like them much, actually. They get very huffy when I rudely enter their cozy dwelling!

I found a recipe in a crockpot cookbook for Chicken Tortilla Soup. I prep the boneless chicken breasts the night before, and then all I have to do in the morning to make the soup is open cans of broth, beans, corn, and a jar of salsa. The recipe turned out to be so stupendous, that my family asks for it every week, and my newly-married daughter said her husband insists on it too. The chicken is so easy to make: season well with chili powder, salt, pepper, paprika, seasoned salt, and garlic powder. Saute in olive oil, turn, cook til done. Let cool, and shred for the soup. The soup cooks all day, and I serve it with a side of shredded cheddar. The chicken is so delicious.

The first time I ever roasted a chicken just happened to be the evening after I had microsurgery on my right index finger. I had decided to stay home from class since I was still a little out of it from the anesthetics that I was given. My parents had taken me to get groceries early in the afternoon, post-surgery, and I had bought a whole chicken for some reason (I guess I could chalk that up to the drugs too, but really I'm just that obsessed with food).

Did I mention the blizzard? Yeah. While I was in the hospital (from about 4 am to 10 am) about 8 inches of snow fell. Then, as we were leaving, we noticed that we had a flat tire. So we went to get that fixed. *Then* they took me to get some food.

I'm not sure what inspired me to roast a chicken while my right hand was almost completely useless and covered in bandages, but I had several hours of free time and not a lot to do. So I decided to follow the recipe from "How to Cook Everything". I rested the bird on a cooling rack, over a skillet full of onion, carrots, and potatoes, and roasted away. The chicken juices dripped down and got absorbed by the vegetables. By dinner time, I was ravenous. I ate both thighs, both wings, and all of the lovely chicken infused vegetables. Despite everything, that day ended relatively well.

My husband doesn't like chicken on the bones....but I roast it whole anyways and make him eat it.

I am not much of a cook but I did once put the entire chicken in boiling water with salt and 2 cups of rice and it was the best meal that I really enjoyed. ;-) Oh yes...forgot the chicken broth. No fuss and so easy. Extra seasoning was added to taste. I forgot to add dumplings which my mom always added to her soups but next time I did and YUM YUM!!!!

I once at a chicken dinner for 4, by myself.

Why did the chicken cross the road?

To play "people" with the passing cars.

The first time I roasted a chicken, it was nearly done, and my dad walked in and looked at it and informed me my chicken was upside down. I had no idea. I simply flipped over the chicken, crisped up the skin, and it was done. The roast chicken and its accompaniments were actually a gift for my neighbor, who had just had a baby. I brought it over to her, and later she called to thank me and tell me it was the moistest, most delicious roast chicken she had ever had. She wanted to know my secret. I now roast all my chickens upside down until they are nearly done. I always get compliments, and my chicken is never too dry.

Haven't roasted one yet - need a roasting pan first!

I love chicken and am constantly looking for new tastey recipes

I love roasted chicken! My smoke-alarm must be disconnected before I start, but that crispy skin is SO good!

Oh, I did learn the hard way not to use one of those vertical roasting racks in a convection oven! What a mess! :-)

I love roast chicken and have finally got the perfect (for me) method down. I buy the chicken a couple days in advance, so I can salt it as soon as I get it home and let it hang out in the fridge and get all juicy and full of flavor. The big day I take it out an hour or so before it goes in the oven, rub it with butter, maybe some lemons, maybe some herbs, but nothing more fancy than that. Place in my roasting pan with a v-rack, put a bit of stock in the pan, and start it out the oven around 450-475 for twenty minutes. Turn the heat wayyyyy down, a la Paula Wolfert, and let it slowly slowly finish roasting to perfection. Give it a rest out of the oven while we make the gravy and finish roasting veggies.

My Mom was trying to cook a dinner for my dad in the early days.
My parents had me when they were 16 and 17 and they lived with their parents for a few years. my mother's mother was a big fan of French cooking as was the style in the post 50's early 60's and was trying to show Mom how to make some dish from a cookbook called Chicken Under Glass. As Mom was putting the pyrex pan in the oven, she dropped it and it shattered everywhere. They were both shocked by the crash and since they lived at the time quite a way form a store, they tried to make the best of it and clean off the chicken and get it in the oven anyway.
I guess they weren't so good at finding all the glass shards as this story became a family legend and chicken with Glass is often mentioned in our family as a dinner option - with a laugh.

When I was in third grade we hatched chicks in the classroom. Then they gave the chicks away. You had to bring a note from home giving permission to bring home a chick and then they had a drawing. My mom sent a note because it made me happy and she didn't think I'd win. Well, I did and named her Becky. Becky lived in a warm box in the house for a while and then as she grew, she was moved out to an old dog kennel behind our garage. One sad day she started cock-a-doodle-dooing. Becky was soon christened Becky Charley. It became clear he couldn't stay in the neighborhood. Through friends of friends, we found a farm that raised chickens and they said they would take him. Their kids were thrilled that they were getting a city chicken. I don't know what happened to him after that and I don't think I wanted to know. I just pictured the farm kids adopting Becky Charley as their pet city chicken and left it at that.

Almost forgot. There's another chicken story.

I was married to this Italian guy who loved to eat. His mother was a fantastic home cook - raised six kids, and there was always something put on the kitchen table in front of anyone who entered the house, with friendly and quite definite instructions to "eat, eat!"

Nothing was fancy but everything was good, and there was always a lot of it.

Her son was accustomed to warmth and generosity in matters of food. But he had a surprise coming when he had a girlfriend in high school who was a WASP. He went to her house for a picnic one day . . . the entire family sat around the picnic table, out came the WASP mother with a platter of chicken.

As he was the guest, she passed it to him. He put in down in front of himself, saying "thank you!".

All of a sudden he noticed that everyone was staring at him oddly. Nobody was moving or doing anything. He just did not know what was wrong.

The mother said to him "Uh . . . that chicken is for everybody."

Poor fellow almost died of embarrassment. He quickly reached down and passed the platter on, with its four scrawny pieces of chicken that was the feast-to-be.

He never forgot that day.

I just started cooking 6 months ago, and my cooking repertoire has been limited to pastas, rice, and vegetables - once a month, tilapia. The fear of handling raw meat has kept me away until I came across a simple recipe of roast chicken in January. It sounded simple - salt, pepper, and an oven. So, I proceeded, and mid-way thru cooking, the smoke alarm goes off. But I didn't see any smoke - so I waved a newspaper frantically to stop the alarm. But to no avail. My next door neighbor knocks, and I explain. The doorman knocks, and I explain. Couple of other neighbors on the other side of my apt come by to complain, and I explain. With all this explaining and waving frantically in between, I lost all sense of time. By the time, I came to my senses - the chicken was charred black. I was soo disappointed, but I had to laugh at the situation.
I am resolved to try it again, but I told my husband to find a way to turn off the smoke alarm before I do.

The second time I ever roasted a chicken on my own, I roasted it upside down and then when I cut into the "breast" and it was full of bones and dark meat, I freaked out and called my mom. Sigh. I figured out my error in short order and still enjoyed the chicken - upside down or right side up, you can't go wrong.

A friend of mine was in the US Army Special Forces where he learned how to hypnotize chickens

I love my rotisserie for roasting chicken. We can watch it turn on the spit as it browns and it always comes out perfect.

We have dozens of free-range chickens. We don't eat them though; we feed them and in turn, they fertilize the plants.

This story isn't about cooking per se, but it does include a chicken. Over some beers with friends one night, my friends and I decided to tell amusing stories to help pass the time. My roommate, who shall remain anonymous, is from the jungles of Indonesia. She's not the type to exaggerate or tell lies, so I assume that it's not a fictionalized tale created under the influence of alcohol. But that night she told us how she once saw a monkey fornicate with a chicken, and that later had the chicken for dinner.

When I was much younger, a little kid even, my brother challenged me to a game of chicken, he on a plank of plywood on his skateboard, me on my big wheel. As we rolled toward each other he leaned to avoid the collision, and I not wanting to lose, steered toward him, hitting him and sending him off into the grass on the side of the road.

Or did you mean the bird? In that case, my friend and I still talk about the chicken wings I cooked up almost 12 years ago now. They were darn good, I tell ya!

When I make chicken, our three cats sit by the counter in anticipation of the morsels they'll get. Tiger(a cat I rescued from outside and has food issues, in that he always wants it) has been known to sit for a half hour waiting for it to finish cooking. The three of them always lick their plates clean.

I'm still too scared to make a roast chicken recipe! Hopefully this book will cure me.

homemade buttermilk fried chicken is what i'm known for

this recipe is great
the Zuni recipe is great, too!
there are many ways to get a good roast chicken....

My husband tells the story of the time his mother prepared the family's Sunday dinner - a whole chicken in the roasting pan with vegetables - and left it on the kitchen counter ready to pop in the oven. Off they went for a short drive, deciding not to take Clancy, their Irish Setter, with them. When they came home, his mother thought she had lost her mind as she had remembered preparing dinner but only found a very clean raosting pan on the kitchen counter. Clancy, clever dog, had managed to eat the entire chicken and made sure there was no trace of his dastardly deed!

I made the Zuni Café chicken once (without the bread salad--a sin, I know) and burnt my arm on the pan handle when it was just sort of hanging out on my counter after being in a 400-degree oven. I scar really easily and my scars take YEARS to fade (I still have one on my arm from 5 years ago) so I will remember that experience forever.

my roommate works at a poultry farm and has occassionally brought home whole chickens that he proudly declares that he "butchered" himself. We then proceed to bake it up in the oven. Mmmm good.

I've been told by several Dr's. "eat whitemeat parts only, baked without the skin". Heh, heh.

One of the earliest food-related stories about me (there are actually several!) involves a chicken, although I don't remember it myself. As a small child, my parents went through some sort of back-to-the-earth phase, and owned a small hobby farm with sheep, a cow, a mid-sized garden, and chickens. Most of the meat went to the butcher for processing, but my father handled the chickens himself. One day when I was probably three or four years old, I INSISTED that I wanted to see what he was doing in the back yard with the chickens, and I wouldn't be persuaded otherwise. I was taken outside where I stood back and watched the proceedings, then I came in, played until dinner, and ate my chicken... and never asked about it again.

I used to make this strange honey ginger chicken strir fry in high school that my dad loved. Lotsa honey & dried ginger WTF?! In retrospect it sounds awful, but he loved it. He once threatened to ground me if I didn't skedaddle to the store & get the ingredients to make it for dinner one night. Good times...

My dog thinks everyting tastes like chicken, At least that's how I explained
our missing pet hamster to the kids. (Note always check your dirty clothes for hidden rodents before starting the washer)

My mom made me the best chicken ever! It was a small chicken (a bit bigger than a cornish hen) and she simply salted it generously and fried it in vegetable oil. She I shared it with a bottle of red wine and it was out of this world!

When my dad was little he was playing with his BB gun and accidently shot one of his moms chickens. He thought the chicken was dead and knew if the chicken was dead his mom would kill him. He took the chicken and dunked it in the water that the chickens drank from and it started squaking and so he was saved

When I was a boy I had my first experience with getting a live chicken ready for the kitchen table -- the chopping block. Off with its head and then I saw this headless chicken running around the yard for quite awhile. My grandfather got a big laugh out of my expression of surprise, disbelief, and awe.

I like to use this Cook's Illustrated recipe that I stole from my cousin's old stockpile. Hasn't failed me yet, and everyone is always incredibly impressed.

I don't have many stories about chicken, but I've fallen in love with chicken dishes over the past year---especially fried chicken and arroz con pollo.

We had just moved into our new house when I decided to roast a chicken. The kitchen is on the ground floor and I went upstairs to give my son a bath (three floors up). All of a sudden I heard a horrible alarm sounding, grabbed my baby from the bathtub and started to leave the house, figuring I had started a fire. We made our way downstairs and I opened the kitchen door, to peek. The chicken had caused a grease-fire and despite the fright, I managed to get it under control. Needless to say, I don't leave roasting chickens unattended.

My best chicken story would be killing my neighbor's roosters to make a real coq au vin. Here's the details.

In jr high, there was a family that took in foster kids(4 in my class). They helped out in the chicken coop. I mean HUGE chicken "barn". I went home with them one time and help collect eggs.

I and a friend once tried to make homemade chicken. Seriously homemade, as in starting with an actual chicken. It wasn't pretty. omg.

So many uptions are possible with a chicken - especially one roasted properly that is moist and full of flavor. I usually cook for one and can make 4 meals followed by delicious stock from one bird.

It's a bargain and wonderfully tasty. I can never have enough chicken stock on hand and it's almost the best part

Let me show my age here: I remember when Mom would get her whole roasting chickens from "The Egg Man," a guy who used to come around every Saturday and deliver eggs (and chickens, if you ordered one ahead of time).

These were really fresh, free range chickens, and it was my job to go over the chicken to remove any pin feathers that had been missed.

I would love to win this prize.

I have a recipe that i named "29 year chicken". It is a very simple roasted chicken with salt, pepper, garlic salt, poultry seasoning. It just took my husband 29 years to mention that it was good!

I love cooking a whole chicken in the crock pot. Comes out nice and moist, and falls right off the bones. I then use the leftover chicken & juices for soup.

To get to the other side.

My mother told me a story about a time that she made chicken soup...and reminded me not to do what she did the first time she made it...and because I was so worried about the soup...I DID do what she did. When she drained the soup, after hours of cooking, She forgot to put a pot under the strainer to get the soup...and not have it go down the drain...and alas...I did exactly as she had done at my first attempt. I was left with what she was left with...chicken bones and mushy veggies...no soup. Have never made the same mistake again.

As a kid I was often shipped to Wisconsin for the summer, where all the Grands lived. We visited a farm of a friend. I was hanging with the farm kids, having a good time with the animals. Later in the afternoon the mother told one of the older boys to get a chicken ready. He deftly grabbed a brown and white one by the neck and spun it in the air like a lasso, deacapitating it, headless body running around the pen leaking blood from it's neck. It was an education to say the least.

My grandma name one of her chickens after me because it was the smartest chicken she ever had.

Jack Canfield has made quite a nice living off of "Chicken Stories"..we can't top him...Chicken Soup for the Soul series... and not a chicken in sight!

When I first got married I didn't know how to cook. I cooked a chicken and set the oven to broil instead of bake. I smelled smoke. I burnt the chicken to a crisp!

I once heard a story (if you can even call it that) about how healers in the ancient days of Judea used to go to the houses of the sick. They would listen to the patient's chest, and if the symptoms were that of pneumonia or another lung-based ailmne, they would call for chickens to be brought to the bedside. One chicken would be placed on the patient's bare chest. It would stay there until it died, theoretically sponging up all of... whatever it was causing the ailment. Chickens would be replaced until the last one didn't die, and then the patient was supposed to be healed. That brought for me a whole new meaning to the term "Jewish penicillin." Still, I insist on chicken soup when someone is sick.

Everybody Loves fried chicken.

i once made roast chicken stuffed with left over stuffing the day after thanksgiving...it tasted pretty good. i was even impressed with myself altho what i was thinking serving roast chicken the day after the big turkey feast i cant understand. but at least my guests liked it! =)

I have no chicken story! Probably because I am vegetarian. Um.

My favorite Sunday dinner is Roasted Chicken, mashed potatoes, and veggies...YUM!

I love roasted chicken and have only served it undercooked once, but have served it overcooked a few times and perfectly once. So I'd love to win a new cookbook with a fabulous roasted chicken recipe.

Lemon chicken

Rotisserie chicken is the best way to have dinner fast. Pick one up on your way out of line at the grocery. Put it on a pizza crust and add a jar of sauce and cheese. Story complete!

Last summer, I decided to cook a whole chicken on the grill. I followed my Cook's Illustrated recipe, cranking my gas grill up to high, put my chicken inside, and then decided to mow my back lawn.

I was halfway through when I looked up and saw the smoke pouring out of my grill.

It was just flare-ups, and the chicken turned out tasty, but my goodness -- I thought it was going to be a Del Taco night for a bit there.

I love chicken but I really really love soy chicken. I know. I know.

Chicken story? I was in China and meant to ask for what is translated "The Rising Apartment". My Chinese was horrible, and because of intonations, I instead asked for "The Rising Chicken".

I am a bodybuilder, so chicken and I go way back. Really close relationship lol

i visited extended family in a small village in thailand & amused the entire village by chasing a chicken around & trying to kill it for dinner.

The first time I made chicken chili I used canned black beans, but I didn't know to rinse and drain the beans. The chili tasted great, but it looked like gray sludge.

when my husband and I were dating I tried to roast him a chicken (I had invited him for supper for the first time at my place) and I left the innards inside... oops.

My favorite recipe of all time involves chicken, chicken broth, and a spoonful of flour. Seriously. All you do is flour skinless, bone-in chicken thighs, brown them well (this is key) and add some broth, cover, and simmer about 45 minutes. Try this. I promise. It'll blow your mind.

Swimming Rama is my favorite Thai chicken dish. Simple and delicious.

I made an earlier comment, but apparently it was not listed for the "give-a-way". After my first post, I remembered a funny story shared with me by one of my friend's "new" brides. Not wanting to be outdone by the succulent roast chicken dinner his Parisian born wife had prepared the night before, he volunteered to make his famous "bourbon balls". About an hour into his production, she heard a loud explosion and the sound of things clanging and banging all over the kitchen. As she ran into the kitchen, she saw her husband sitting on the floor, oven door in his hand, a look of total shock on his face and flaming meatballs all over the place. She quickly extinguished the flaming mess and helped her husband to his feet. He was ok, but the poor oven and his pride were pretty banged up. They had to buy a new oven, and the next time she made a roast chicken dinner, he got out the "fire extinguisher" as a joke.

My chicken story is about eggs - there is absolutely nothing like eggs from free range chickens. Our neighbors have a small coop and in exchange for feeding the chickens when they go away we get to take home any eggs. The difference between these eggs and store bought eggs was a revelation. The color of the yolks alone has me on a mission to find a stedy source of free-range eggs.

the first thing i learned to cook was roast chicken. i love nigella's version -- simple and quick to prepare. It remains my standby.

I marinate a whole chicken in a bit of grapeseed oil, worchestershires sauce, cream sherry, pomagranate juice, salt, pepper, funegreek, crushed rosemary and sage, oregano and any other spice that I am in the mood for. I add 2 T. Splender to this because I like my marinade a bit sweet.I keep this refrigerated for 2 days in a ziplock bag. Then I drain and reserve the marinade. I roast the chicken in a preheated 325 degree convection/sear oven for about an hour or until it registers almost 165 degrees. Then I let it sit, covered with foil, 10-15 minutes. I boil the reserved marinade several minutes to serve with the roasted chicken. I turn the chicken after it cooks halfway, so it browns nicely on both sides. Since it cooks about an hour, I usually cook some potatoes and other root vegetables with salt, pepper and a bit of oil at the same time in the oven. A perfect meal every time, with leftovers for sandwiches the next day.

just stuff lemon quarters, garlic, herbs, s&p, then roast, easy peasy

Chicken Trek was my favorite book in elementary school. If you can find it (it is out of print) read it. Incredibly evocative descriptions of fried chicken, especially for a children's book.

We get fresh, real free range chickens direct from the farmer and either grill them or roast them. Feathers & beaks above all other chickens I've ever cooked.

Back when fat free margarine was introduced, I decided to make some blackened cx breast. I warmed the saute pan and spooned some fat free margarine. The margarine didn't emulsify or melt - it just scorched and burned with a plastic smell.

I'm a regular Paula Deen now - I'll blacken fish and chicken but I'll use some good ole fashioned fat laden butter.

my favorite chicken story is about the Italian guy on the next block who opened a tiny restaurant that had everyone laughing since he had space to fit sixteen and a gigantic rotisserie that could cook 90 chickens at once.

The joke was on us since his chicken was so wonderful that within a year the takeout business was so good he had to install a bigger rotisserie.

I used to really like chicken, but recently, I've been finding it dull and boring, and just blah. I don't know why. This is out at restaurants and when I cook it myself. Maybe if I win this book, I could start cooking chicken that I'll like again :)

I grew up on a farm in Oregon. My Aunt Patsy had never lived out of the city or had any idea of farm life. We had free range chickens for our own use, eggs and meals. Each time we would visit Aunt Patsy or she came to our farm my Dad always brought her farm fresh eggs. This ritual went on for several years until one day she had to confront my Dad about why he always gaver her rotten eggs. Did he not like her or what was wrong with our chickens, are they sick. She thought brown eggs with orange yolks were rotten, they should be like the ones she bought in the store, white with pale yellow yolks.

When I was in college, one of my roommates and I decided to make BBQ chicken for dinner. We bought chicken breasts and BBQ sauce at the grocery store as if we were experts at this cooking thing. All the while, it never came up that neither of us had ever cooked chicken in our lives. Not unusual for a couple of college kids, but a major flaw in our dinner plan. We decided to just try it - we put the chicken into a lasagna pan and covered it with the entire bottle of BBQ sauce. But, then, we realized we had no idea how long to cook it. A quick call to another roommate's mom and we were all set. The chicken turned out ok since it was basically braised in BBQ sauce, but the pan had to go straight to the trash afterwards since the sauce was permanently adhered to the lasagna pan.

I occasionally cook dinner for my neighbors, but since I am only 24 and live alone, I have limited experience cooking chicken (my mom always did that when I was growing up!) So I have spent HOURS searching for perfect roasting recipes...

After living near Moorefield, WV, where there is a chicken factory, I'm not the biggest fan of chicken. The whole town smelled of slaughtered chicken. However, when I want to get my carnivore on, I love beer can grilled chicken, Dan's roasted chicken (redneckmuppet.blogspot.com), or a great baked chicken cassarole.

Man I love to cook chicken. Simple roasting, slow grilling, braised, fried, smoked... you cant go wrong!

I've found that when I travel within the country and people hear that I'm from Kentucky, they usually think of the Derby or occasionally basketball or bluegrass music. When I travel outside the US, though, they only know about the fried chicken.

My chicken story is basically a memory of my late mother. I remember that every week she would roast two chickens for my family for dinner in the oven at 350 degrees for two hours and because we had very little money my father would go food shopping and wait for the chickens to come out because they were only 29 cents per pound.

i love my beer can chicken cooker thingy

My family loves Rachael Ray's "Crunchy Oven Chicken Toes". Leftovers are great in a salad.

http://www.foodnetwork.com/food/recipes/recipe/0,,FOOD_9936_28749,00.html

If I grab one in Italy then I would have a Chicken Catch-a Story.

Roast a chicken . Pick off bone . Stick in crockpot, with a stick of butter. Cook on high for 5 hours. Enjoy. thank you

I roasted my first chicken about 1-2 years ago, and I have never been so proud of something in my life. I used an Ina Garten recipe, and it was pretty basic, but it came out BEAUTIFULLY. It was citrusy, salty, and richly meaty all at the same time. I served it with caramelized shallots and french green beans, and it was a huge hit. Hmm, maybe I'll have to try another recipe this weekend--roasted chicken sounds very comforting in this cold weather!

When I was younger, we had some chickens that conveniently came with the house we purchased. My dad, being a frugal and lazy man, built a nice coop house high off the ground for the chickens to nest in, only without the small doors next to the nesting boxes to get the eggs. Being the only child in the house, I was the one who had to crawl *into* the chicken house to gather eggs. The chickens really didn't like that much.
The end.

although i have been cooking for years, i just made my first ever roast chicken 6 months ago... i guess teh mini-sized NYC ovens crammed into such narrow spaces that the door doesn't even open more than 75 degrees has disuaded me up to this point. ;)

The chicken story I most remember was when we left one on the table while we were outside at the pool and the dog pulled it down and drug it all over the house.

When I was a kid I used to think that chicken was way fancier than duck or dove or other game birds. I used to love going hunting with my parents and so a supermarket bird that you paid money for was obviously higher class than something you shot out of the sky, though I liked all of the different kinds of fowl.
Man, I'd sell my soul for some of the elk sausage my mom's friend used to make.

I never learned to cook and thus, never had cooked a chicken. A friend of mine, Stanley, lives on a farm in Northern Minnesota and said he would teach me to make the best fried chicken in the country. He always has chickens on the farm and said that one rooster was acting up and that was the one we were going to cook. Upon visiting him, we went out to catch Ralph the rooster, as Stanley had named him. However, Ralph intuitivly knew something was up and started to chase me around the yard, jumping up at my legs with his spirs. Needless to say, this city girl had never seen anything like this before and in attempting to get away from Ralph was running around in circles - just like a ...well, I won't say the rest of this similie, but I am sure you know it. Ralph continued to chase me behind rainbarrels, under fences, and around tractors until Stanley successfully threw a gunney sack over old Ralph. The rest is my first fried chicken expereince. True story

My biggest problem with roasting chicken is that it can become too dry but when I take it out sooner it isn't quite done.

At least once a week, chicken in the slow cooker!

I cooked my first roast chicken with a cousin visiting Korea four years ago. We followed Ina Garten's recipe and absolutely loved it.

My most recent chicken story is that I was in LA for a 12h layover yesterday, made a trip to Mozza to try their pies (very good, btw, but we only had two, the sausage & a margarita, so I can't say that it's superlative or not).

However, the bruschetta topped with pureed chicken livers, capers, parsely & guanciale is excellent, and worth the price of admission alone.

The first thing my mama taught me to cook was fried chicken and every time I fix it I always think of her.

Chicken always takes much longer to cook than the recipe says and then the rest of the meal is always ready too early.

why does the chicken cross the road - to get to the other side

We were volunteering at a Soup Kitchen and had to cook 24 chickens. The guy delivering the chickens was late and we were feeling frantic (our patrons would be arriving and hungry in just a few hours.) When Bob finally showed up with the birds we were such wrecks that we forgot to take that plastic bag of giblets and organ parts out of the chicken before cooking them (in very hot ovens) - They turned out OK - but it was kind of gross taking all those bags out after the fact!

I remember I used to love to get wings from fast food chicken restaurants and one time I looked closely at the wing I was eating and there were still little hairs on there. It's just never been the same experience since that day.

My chicken story is about my grandmother. She kept chickens on her little farm and everytime we went to visit, the chickens would follow us right into her house. Grandma never minded, she loved those chickens like they were her children. They all had names and they all loved to be petted and fussed over by her. In the morning when we came down for breakfast, there would be chickens on the table and on the floor pecking away at some bread Grandma threw them. I developed a real fondness for chickens over the years and everytime I see them, it takes me back to those wonderful summers on the farm with Grandma !

the first time i tried to roast chicken was a disaster. I should have read up on how to do it. Roasting at 500 degrees for 2 hours was not a good thing

I once found a recipe for Chicken Pot Pie that called for 1/4 cup of white wine. After that, I forgot what happened.

fried chicken and chicken salad, my favorites

Roast chicken is a great meal, there's a ton of side dishes that can go with it. I've tried different recipes over the years until I get bored and move on to the next. My current favorite is to line the slow cooker with foil, put in the chicken with garlic, onion, thyme, etc. and let it go all day while everyone is gone. When I get home I just lift it out using the foil (so it doesn't fall to pieces in the crockpot) and put it in the oven to brown more while we get the side dishes ready. Easy and delicious.

I used to make chicken and dumplings quite often. We had a friend who loved them, but his mother never cooked them because his father did not care for them. We invited him for dinner almost everytime I cooked them. After eating with us for a couple of years and eating til I thought he would pop, he arrived at our house one evening before I started cooking. He went to the kitchen with me so I could get started on the meal. Before I knew what was happening, he was questioning my cooking techniques and choice of ingredients and seasonings. I finally had to remind him that he had been eating my cooking for over two years and if he didn't like it he should cook his own! He never tried to tell me how to cook again, and ate with us on chicken 'n dumpling night for several years. Oh, he was not a freeloader - his paybacks were steaks dinners or barbecues. Thanks for giving us the chance to win.

when my sister and I were younger, and just learning to cook, neither one of us wanted to hold the raw chicken...we ended up tossing the chicken back and forth until it fell on the floor and splat, not a pretty sight!

Makes me laugh to this day...

There is nothing like good ol fried chicken, cooked low and slow in a old cast iron skillet til it is the color of mahogany, then put the lid on and let it steam a few minutes. Then take the chicken out, drain most of the grease, throw in an equal amount of flour to make a roux, then add water, salt and black pepper and cook til thick. Serve your chicken with rice or mashed taters topped with that wonderful gravy.

i had my friends over for a party, and i decided to make my delicious buffalo wings, so i know that we had chicken in the freezer, so i went searching through but i couldn't find it, so i finally found it in the refrigerator. So i make the buffalo wings, serve them to my friends, i take a bite, and they taste absolutely HORRIBLE!!! when my mom gets home i ask about the chicken and she tells me that she bought that chicken 3 weeks ago and she put them in the refrigerator to thaw them out to use the next day, and she forgot about them, ewwwwweeeee! I thought i smelled something funky!

My parents once bought a chicken and killed it in the backyard for dinner. It ran around with its head cut off. =(

I need a new way to roast a chicken. I have only stuffed it and roasted, pretty boring but I must admit tasty. Chicken is one of my very favorite foods. this book would sure help out and maybe my husband would enjoy it as much as I do.

Why did the chicken cross the road? To get into my oven. It's a true story. I checked my oven. There's a roasted chicken in there that would make Julia Child proud.

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yum chickee dee! my mom used to make some version of chicken everday, and everyone complained, but i loved it - it never tasted the same with all her various recipes

Former latchkey child here. I was attempting to be the responsible one and start dinner with Shake and Bake Chicken in the oven. I must have set the temperature wrong, because it took an eternity to cook it thoroughly. What can I say, I was but a lad!

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