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Most RoseGarden blogs are ‘G’ rated. But today we are going to do strange things to chickens.

We are going to shove beer up … no that won’t work.

Our chickens are going to have to sit on a can of beer. That sounds better, looks weird.

This weekend’s activities included a couple family reunions/get-togethers, hot tub submersion and chickens. Yes chickens!

There is a process called “beer can chicken.” First, there are some racks that you can purchase that hold a can of beer – and a chicken. You get yourself a chicken (or two) from the local store, and a can of beer(or two, if you have two chickens), get your chickens, beer and stands together.

The process is described in detail here, there are even some YouTube videos if you like.

Basically you need to use a half can of beer with the entire top removed or some large holes punched in the sides of the cans. Apparently you can use any kind of liquid, even water, but that wouldn’t add much to the taste.

I wouldn’t recommend using anything that is flammable or explosive either. Had enough of that with the exploding nuggets a few weeks ago.

The first time we went through this process, we had two chickens. (And two half cans of beer.)

The second gathering required three chickens. (And three half cans of beer.)

If you work that out, that’s two half cans of beer, plus three half cans of beer – for the chickens.

Instructions don’t tell you what to do with the unused  half cans of beer so I will leave you to your own on that one.

You beer the place of half can on the stand under chicken. Then the chicken rack goes over the beer half can with the chiken racked on.

The trackshons, ‘er struck shons say you should always use a thermo meter. But don’t touch the strobe – Probe! The chick ‘uns are done when the temp ar chure reaches 175 to 180 D-grees.

I figured the berds were done once the tear kan…beer can went up their…rack.

This hole pro cess takes around an hour or sew.

I dunt think five ‘alf kins – kans of bare – beer are E-nuff for all this. Doh you?

I gudda go, cheekins are dun, deers tree mare ‘alf cans under ‘em…

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