Perhaps this is why I always have issues roasting chicken. I have no explanation other than the chicken senses my disdain and decides to mock me by refusing to cook. I have never overcooked a chicken but boy have I undercooked one, and as recently as this past Sunday.
I have expounded how much I love leftover roast chicken but chose to not until today share the saga that is me roasting a chicken. (This may also be why we are big grocery store rotisserie chicken fans). But as I believe you never give up when it comes to cooking, I had noticed that whole chickens were on sale and had scooped one up with the intention of roasting it Sunday and using the leftovers for chicken enchiladas.
I turned to my trusty new issue of Cooking Light magazine and decided to try out their feature on how to roast a chicken.
Looks lovely right?
I let it rest and began to carve. The breast meat was so white and moist and then the blade went deeper and........
I thankfully took no pictures of the remaining bloody carnage. I was crestfallen...especially since it was already 5:30PM and my family was ready for dinner. So back into the oven it went and I played the game of "is it ready" for another 20 minutes. Finally, I cut off the cooked breast for the family and put the rest of the chicken back into the oven.
Fast forward to a conversation with my mom. I was telling her about how roast chicken is my cooking kryptonite and she said so matter-of-fact, "Roast chicken is a breeze. You slow roast it at 325 degrees until the legs can be gently wiggled and the juices run clear. A 4-pound chicken should take an hour and 15 to an hour and 20 minutes."
And I am reminded again that when all else fails in the kitchen, I should just call my mother.
Oh, and apparently I need a new meat thermometer.