Figured I’d do some chicken on the Big Green Egg yesterday. Preload the fridge with my protein needs for the week. In the freezer, I had the big fat boy you can see in the pic below, and I grabbed a flat deboned bird from the butcher because if I’m going to trouble of firing up the charcoal, I might as well get as much out of it as possible.
My parsimonious charcoal habit was the problem. I tried to judge just the right amount, forgetting that the correct amount of charcoal is always Way Too Much. I had had just a bit less than needed. About an hour into the cook, I realised the Egg wasn’t going to get up to temp. It would hover around 140 for hours, but that meant my chickens (and sweet potato bites) took four hours to cook instead of 90 minutes.
It was terrible. I had to sit on the deck all afternoon, drinking beer.
The end result was a madly juicy chicken, however. So, at least, there was that.