It doesn't seem strange to me. Cola is mostly sugar anyway.
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You just can't find conversation like this, anywhere.
And hey, Jess...
Hey, if you can roast a chicken by sticking a can of Coke up its butt (as a nonalcoholic alternative to beer), then you can glaze a ham with Pepsi.
Not saying I would, but it's not really that odd-sounding.
What now? This sounds silly, but I've never heard of such a thing, before, so I'll ask and be silly. Do you put the actual can in, or a can's worth of?
Cola is mostly sugar anyway.
There, see.
Well, some consider Chicken Exploded In Your Oven to be a delicacy.
I should have qualified it with "to some."
It doesn't seem odd to me, but then half of my culinary ancestry is midwestern. The other half is responsible for the horror that is lutefisk.
I'm so glad I was born in New Mexico.
Cola is mostly sugar anyway.
And just a *teeny* bit of cocaine.
And if it's not the can, just the soda, how do you make it stay in the chicken cavity?? That's some avian-surgery I'm not up to performing, just to have Coke-falvored chicken, you know? At least limes and lemons come with their own edible containers.
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also does not make bread with beer. It is a thing.
I've been curious since last year -- *what* spice? Turmeric? Thyme? Basil? Garlic?
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Do you put the actual can in, or a can's worth of?
The actual can -- the chicken sits on top of it and the beer/soda/whatever flavors and bastes for you.
Beer Can Chicken recipe.
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You know what, ita? I had managed to completely purge that from my mind, and I mean completely. Even now, I only can remember it's something sexual I never want to know about, ever again. But all the same? Darn you, darn you to heck, for reminding me there are things I don't want to know about. When this dawns on me at two o'clock in the morning...well, I don't know what I'll do, but it will involve snarling, and shaking my fist, westward.