Rotisserie Ruin
When Kenny Roger’s Roasters closed its doors a nation wept, and with good reason. Easy access rotisserie was lost for the rest of time. Hoping to rekindle a bit of that magic, I set out to rotisserie a fine bird which I hoped to enjoy while Kenny belted out a beautiful rendition of”Ruben James” in the background.
ROUND 1 - Somethins Burnin’ (I think it’s my love…)
Well things started off just fine, I was thoroughly pumped, my chicken was peppered an stuffed with garlic. To make it tasty. I set it on the spit and let it roar along. Things were looking good so I went inside to finish up supper. 30 minutes later I went out to check on the bird, and much to my chagrin it had sprung loose of the motor and was resembling Tommy-Lee Jones in Batman Forever. Disappointing at best, but ever resourceful, I had a backup chicken should such a situation arise.
ROUND 2 - Always Leaving, Always Gone
There is Chicken Number #2 all spitted up and ready to go. This time I implemented the Mission critical “spit guard” (pic2) preventing any slippage out of the motor. Things were looking encouraging. I was checking often to ensure even cooking, and everything was going as planned. But about another 20 minutes into the cooking process the propane ran out… dag. So rotisserie turned to roast, and it was supper like any other night.
So the take home lesson is one does not just casually wade into rotisserie cooking, it requires planning, triple checking of all possible failure points, and a near limitless supply of resources. It is a style of cooking well suited to architects & astronauts, nary the common man. Perhaps this was the reason Kenny Roger’s Roasters wasn’t able to pull through.