I spatchcocked last night. Relatively unsuccessfully, actually. The upfront spatching of the cock went quite well, but it took quite a bit longer to heat it up than I’d imagined it would. Mrs. Burghertime seemed pleased with the results, though, so I guess I did something right.
I’m talking chickens, people. Banish your dirty thoughts. Spatchcock is just a fancy way of saying “cut the backbone out of a whole chicken, then flatten it out.” You could say “butterfly a chicken,” but how much fun is that? None. “Spatchcock” is a guaranteed laugh line at BBQs. Try it.
Here’s a picture of a cooked, spatchcocked chicken so you know what it looks like. With its little wings all tucked in towards the chest, this guy calls to mind Mr. Burns from the Simpsons.
"Excellent!" (though the torn skin shows my heavy hand with a pair of tongs)
Spatchcocking is supposed to save time cooking a whole bird, as more of the chicken is exposed to heat at any one time. However, in practice it still took way too long to cook. Chicken always gives me problems, spatchcocked or not. That 4-pounder took well over an hour, much of it over direct heat on the grill. That’s just silly and it’s probably the last go-round for chicken on the grill this summer for me unless we’re talking grilled wings. I’m full-speed ahead on those.
Now that I’ve had my fun with words, let’s get to the most fun part of the meal: the baby fennel we picked up at the Mt. Lebanon Farmer’s Market from Goose Creek Gardens. We’ve known Margie, Mark, and Katie from Goose Creek ever since we started frequenting markets many moons ago. They are wonderful people and they grow incredible produce. By far the best selection of fresh herbs in the region–their market tables groan under an amazing array of mints and basils and thymes and countless other ultra-fresh flavor enhancers. Want some Goose Creek of your own? I know for certain they are at Lebo on Wednesday nights and Farmers@Firehouse in the Strip on Saturdays. Can’t miss them there; reflecting their reputation as one of Western Pennsylvania’s premier farms, they occupy a place of esteem at the left-hand corner entrance to the market.
When I bought the baby fennel (pictured here on Goose Creek’s Facebook page…become a fan after clicking the link), I figured I’d just grill the bulbs and toss out the rest. As I was trimming it down, though, I had a couple ideas.
1. The chicken was marinated in garlic scapes and lemon…lemon and fennel go together great…I’ll use the fronds for basting the chicken. The basting liquid–water and ouzo–didn’t add much to the flavor of the dish, and the finished product carried little to no anise-y kick from the ouzo or the fennel fronds; the basting did, however, keep the meat succulent. If nothing else, it was a fun way to use the feathery fronds before tossing them out.
2. I’d made a mint/lime basil simple syrup on Sunday and was planning on using that to sweeten up fresh-squeezed lemonade to go with dinner. The grown-ups’ topped off with some vodka or cachaça (Brazilian rum), of course. But those stalks from the fennel looked to me like swizzle sticks and I had the anise-flavored ouzo out for basting…let’s call this a Lesbos Lemonade (Lesbos is the traditional center for ouzo production in Greece).
Lemon juice, mint/lime basil simple syrup, water, and ouzo with a long stalk of fennel for stirring (and garnish). Seriously refreshing and delicious.
And since this is what I’d bought it for, here are a couple grilled fennel bulbs next to some finally-done chicken. Great flavor, though a little tough to navigate. We ended up eating these like you’d eat an artichoke: pull the stalks off by the tough top edge, then gnaw off the tasty and more tender bottoms.
My lesson learned: think before you throw stuff out. That chicken backbone you cut out during your own spatchcocking adventure? Freeze it for stock. Even if you don’t have anything to baste with fennel fronds, shower some of them over whatever you’ve just cooked to add a little extra flavor. I could go on…for instance, those greens on top of the beets or radishes you got at the farmers market? Don’t toss them out…chop ’em and saute ’em with some garlic for a side dish.
(The beets themselves you can throw away. Yuck.)
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