beernesday

confession time i drank non-craft beer this past weekend and so my friends felt compelled to take photos to commemorate this weird occasion how i really felt about it   how they made me pretend to feel about it i find it quite amusing that me showing up with a non-craft beer in my hand causes so many of my friends (beer geeks and otherwise) such mirth i like quality beer i like tasty beer but sometimes what i would prefer to drink isn't available and i just want to have a beer you know? so i did, and it wasn't that bad i only had the one though... i still have craft beer cred though, right?!? (to put it all in context, i also painted my nails neon green and this caused as much photographing as the kokanee did)

so, you takes your chicken and you dress it like usual then you stand the chicken up with a half full can of beer in its cavity - with steam holes punched above the liquid line then you creatively prop the chicken up on the bbq marveling at your handiwork the entire time when its burnt to a crisp, or about 50 minutes later, you proudly bring it to your friends checking first of course to make sure the meat isn't pink and everyone cheers for you because you rock! check out that steaming cavity! (not sure i ever thought i'd see me say that...) check out that moist, moist meat! (also something i never thought i'd see me say) get right in there with your hands and pull that moist chicken apart being sure to remove all carcinogenic parts serve to your friends and win their undying love and appreciation! and that's how bridget made beer can chicken for beernesday family dinner on sunday evening she googled an actual recipe on yout...