No Laughing at the Beer Can Chicken!

Now, I know this sounds most unusual and to tell the truth I have never tried this before but it had to be done. I decided to make a beer can chicken. I had the beer and for once I was willing to share because Guiness in a can is NOTHING like guiness from a tap. 

I made a lavender and garlic rub.

I washed the chicken. I squeezed lemon and oil all over it, rubbed it with the Rub, stuffed some lavender and lemon inside,  poured half the beer in the pig bucket, then topped up the can with lemon and lavender, and placed the bird very carefully over the can of beer. And this is where I lost all respect for the chicken. I mean look!How can I take this seriously.  It was tasty, but really!  Cooking is a serious business.   To stand all alone in your own kitchen and laugh at the bird is unexpected. 

While it cooked I went to talk to Daisy but she is in a huff today. She started going on about being fat and heavy and tired. I talked to her soothingly about how pregnancy is beautiful and how she was glowing and blossoming and she told me to bite myself and went back to the bottom of her field where she has been lying all day. She is in her last month. Best we stop looking at her now.

So I tried to get a shot of the lambs playing.  But Aunty Mia thinks she is still a lamb and gallops and ponks about the field after them. Scaring the poor wee things half to death!  

Good morning! The chicken was very tasty. And today is Mothers Day so I hope all you Mothers got an extra few minutes of sleep in.  Yesterday I got all the potatoes mounded up and while I was admiring the growth I noticed the empty row then realised that I had forgotton to plant any regular potatoes. The whole potato patch is gourmet blue! Or purple, I can’t remember. But no white or red. Now isn’t that a strange thing to forget. That will make for interesting summer dinners!

Today I will mound up the leeks and the garlic, weed the house onions and replant spring onions. Spring seems set to stay.  John will finish fencing some of the Dairy Mistress paddock. I will dismantle and re mantle the electric fence to make a big corner and then move some stock about. Particularly Queenie Wineti the Fighter of Pigs. She needs to move out the back with the good grass. Having the new field brought into the light rotation will be great.

Oh and Kupa showed Pania and Tui their permanent sleeping quarters right up in the top rafters of the barn last night. So now they are officially free. Though Kupa has to stop herding the roosters. He moves them round and round all day. I am hoping that this is just a spring thing. It is exhausting to watch.  He is being a trifle over protective.

Good morning. Have a lovely day.  I hope that you find a nice warm sunny corner for your morning coffee!

celi

80 responses to “No Laughing at the Beer Can Chicken!”

  1. That chicken pic is hilarious. How does the guiness get from the tin up the chicken? You have such a way with words: dismantle and re mantle Now that’s what I call inventive!

  2. I have to agree, about the Guiness. Be it can or bottle – nothing compared to the tap version. But I still wouldn’t use it for a chicken.

  3. happy mother’s day celi! those chickens do look rediculous made that way! i’ve never made one myself. we are expecting a much needed rain today!

  4. I have never made beer can chicken but I’d love to give it a try. I also haven’t flavoured a chicken with lavender. That is something else I would like to try. xx

  5. I was fascinated by the purple NZ spuds, and I agree Guinness in a tin doesn’t taste the same, but that chicken ….. 🙂 Enjoy Mothers Day. Laura

  6. I was led to believe that Draught Guinness in a can is good, but I don’t need to drink it since I live next door to a rough old Irish pub that does the best draught Guinness in London…

    Your chicken looks quite saintly 😉

  7. Good morning C! Excellent shots today; the chicken is hilarious (it looks like sporsglutton thanksgiving turkey) and the lambs are adorables…
    Have a lovely mothers day 🙂

  8. G’morning, Celi! I’ve never tried the beer can thingee with a chicken but I so rarely buy a whole chicken these days. Auntie Mia, much like my Max, doesn’t realize her own size. She’s playing “chase the lambies”; the lambs are playing “run for your lives!” I’ve seen that look in their eyes at the dog park.
    Have a fantastic Mother’s Day, Celi. Do try to put your feet up for a few and relax. 🙂

    • You have it exactly right. They start gambolling about enjoying themselves, next thing there is an elephant thundering into their midst scattering small animals in her wake and laughing like a drain. But truly thinking that it is all good fun!! Morning John! c

  9. I’ve heard of this method, but have been put off by the thought of the coloured surface of the can coming directly in contact with the chicken, as I’m not sure about the paint they use being fit for human consumption. Am I being neurotic?!

    However I shall be trying the flavours at some point in a slow cooker – chicken in Guinness with lavender and lemon, sounds delicious…. I shall wait until my lavender if flowering 🙂

    • The lavender is a lovely flavour, I don’t even use that many flowers, as there is about the same amount of oil in the leaves.. It smells awesome cooking! Hope you like it..c

  10. I feel just like Daisy but still have two more months to go! Yummy dish post. My girls would definitely choose purple potatoes over any other any day. Happy Mother’s Day, Celi!

      • We grew the purple potatoes last year. They were heavenly! Our bees swarmed on Saturday and we managed to capture it. It was quite an adventure! (See our blog…www.mehaffeyfarm.wordpress.com.)

  11. Happy Mother’s Day to you, C. As for that beer can chicken, I’ve never tasted it. But the magazine I write for here in Minnesota published the recipe a number of years ago in a food feature on grilling. My husband does the grilling and has yet to give up any of his beer to a chicken.

  12. Thank you, Celi 🙂 Highlights today include the chicken you can no longer respect, the very idea of lavender and garlic rub, gambolling lambs, the verb “to ponk”.

    I don’t get here every day: but every visit is just a joy.

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