As I may have mentioned previously, this was supposed to be a post about my experiment with Mark Bittman‘s recipe for grilled Mediterranean chicken thighs. What the post will be is a poor copy, improvised because I’m an idiot.
IDIOT POINT #1: It goes back to shopping. When I usually buy chicken thighs, I buy the boneless variety. This recipe calls for bone-in, as helps to pin the herb paste inside of the meat. I ended up using toothpicks.
IDIOT POINT #2: Back to shopping, I whiffed on fresh herbs. Apparently, the recipe didn’t transfer to my grocery list correctly. Or, at all. I substituted my homemade herbes de provence, which worked well in a pinch.
IDIOT POINT #3: Gas. Propane, to be specific. My luck with last season’s leftover propane tank finally ran out. I ended up transferring the chicken to the Advantium speed cooker that spins my electric meter like slot wheels at the Turning Stone.
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