How we make it.
*serves 4 to 6*
Two breasts, two legs and two thighs. Or if you’re me, five legs,
four thighs. No time for white meat. All bone in skin on chicken
White Sauce
½ cup white vinegar
½ cup light olive oil
½ cup lemon juice
¼ cup soy sauce
Dash Worcestershire
Just stir to mix - no cooking of white sauce. Lightly salt the
chicken and place in a gallon zip lock. Pour white sauce over. Remove air from
the bag and seal. Refrigerate for 4 hours until ready to grill.
Barbecue Sauce
1 - 28 ounce bottle Kraft's Barbecue Sauce
1/3 stick butter
½ cup brown sugar
¼ cup A-1 Sauce
Put on stove and bring to boil. Stir and boil for 5 minutes. Set
aside to let cool.
When ready to cook the chicken, remove from the white sauce and
grill. Place over direct heat on medium high grill and turn after 5-7 minutes,
turning several times until internal temperature of chicken is 165 degrees.
Apply barbecue sauce for the last two turns of chicken, making each side of
chicken be basted twice. Serve the remaining sauce in gravy boat if more is desired
when eating the chicken. Left over chicken delicious next day, removed from
bone, cut and simmered in remaining barbecue sauce, served over toasted buns.
Why he made it.
Uncle
Ted was my great uncle. He didn't say much, smelled like pine trees and was
married to my grandmother's oldest sister. He was the alpha and omega of the
family's men, the first husband on the scene and the last to leave us. He'd
come to my grandmother's for dinner and commandeer the floor model tv while he
waited for brisket and canned peas. Sitting quietly in my late grandfather's
old black chair he'd change the channel to golf. I would already have been
there for hours, savoring the cable from the carpet (also waiting for brisket),
but would still choke on the deference he never demanded. Rats, I'd think from
my spot on the floor. Uncle Ted's here. I mistook him for boring. He was
bedrock. Years after my grandmother and her sisters lost their father as
children, Ted came upon their dignified henhouse. He waited patiently before
disturbing it, taking each little sister to her prom, allowing them the time to
grow up before he married the oldest sister they couldn't do without. Salt of
the earth stuff. He was a scratch golfer, Madras pants pulled high over his
waist. A Mensa genius thinking about cube roots at the Danville nursing home
well into his 80's. A man's man. A gentle soul. Barbecuing the chicken.
Drinking the beer. Swimming across the Ohio River. Taking care of the girls. A barrel-chested
sentinel presiding over what began as a world of women and ended that way six
decades later. I don't think he minded. And that's why he made it.
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| The Last of the Mohicans: Nana, Uncle Ted and Dudie in 1999. |
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