Okay, you’ve probably noticed that I do not have any articles on food here at the Lone Star Statesman. That is because, well, I don’t cook. Seriously, I’m pretty much the worst possible choice for cooking school. My extent as a chef is: frying ground meat, mac & cheese, making queso, baking brownies, and Ramen noodles.
On Monday, I decided to embark on a new endeavor: baking Barbecue chicken drumsticks. The first part seemed to be going well. I made the seasoning which was super easy. I got salt, black pepper, and garlic onion powder, mixed it together and poured it on the chicken. Many people don’t know this about me, but I hate having my hands soiled by anything: mud, dirt, cooties, and especially raw chicken, so I was constantly putting hand sanitizer on my hands. All in all though, the seasoning was the easiest part.
Then came the first 45 minutes of baking. I thought I set the oven timer for 45 minutes, but I actually set it for 45 hours. I went about that time singing songs and discussing the things of God with my housemates, unaware of my mistake.
Fortunately, I had the thought to check it out and realized that before my chicken was affected by mistake. They had been in the oven for about 40 minutes, thank God.
Next, I took it out of the oven and lathered it in Barbecue sauce. That part proved slightly difficult because I didn’t have one of those brush thingies. Instead, I used a spoon. Wow, was that tricky. I had to pour the Barbecue sauce with the spoon and rub it on. A spoon is not made for that so I had to fight with the chicken to get the sauce to drizzle.
Once that battle was over, it was time for the last 30 minutes of baking time. I kind of felt anxious and worried as my first time to bake anything. However, the room was filled with the smell of Barbecue chicken that had to either be Heaven sending me a sign, or that my chicken was coming out great.
At last, I took out the chicken, made myself a plate and poured me a glass of cocoa-cola. It was the moment of truth. To my surprise, it was good. The sauce and seasoning was tasty and the chicken cooked all the way through.
What a relief, now I know that I won’t starve to death if I run out of Ramen noodles and frozen pizzas!