#attempted to spatchcock a chicken

[toomuchsky]

i hate cooking meat so much. what do u MEAN it's underseasoned i've never underseasoned something in my LIFE

[zappfreshonline]

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1. Honey Mustard Grilled Chicken Breasts

This recipe for honey mustard grilled chicken is tasty and easy to prepare. Pour the mixture over both sides of each boneless, skinless chicken breast after first thoroughly combining the Dijon mustard, honey, olive oil, and minced garlic in a bowl.

The chicken breast should be cooked through after about 5 to 10 minutes of cooking per side on a medium-hot grill. For a supper to remember, serve with roasted vegetables or your preferred side dish!

2. Easy Thai Grilled Chicken Breasts

Fresh cilantro, including the stems, should be pureed in a blender with garlic, brown sugar, fish sauce, and white pepper. This mixture should then be applied to the chicken breasts before they are grilled and served with sweet chili sauce.

3. Grilled Chicken Thighs with Miso

The recipe for Grilled Miso Chicken Thighs includes extra umami flavor from Japanese miso paste. Although we use yellow miso, you can alter the flavor by substituting milder white miso or less red miso. Serve hot over a chilled noodle salad for the ideal summer meal (try this recipe for Sesame Soba Salad, but omit the tofu).

4. French Chicken Kebabs

Grilling may not be something you often associate with France, but these quick kebabs give the chicken a French flair with whole grain Dijon, orange juice, fennel, and black olives. Serve with a straightforward couscous salad or perhaps a mild, herb-infused potato salad. Order chicken online or get it from a chicken shop nearby and enjoy your lip-smacking French chicken kebabs. 

5. Grilled Jerk Chicken Skewers

If you're looking for something with a little kick, try this recipe for spicy jerk boneless chicken skewers! To begin, combine olive oil, lime juice, and jerk seasoning (either homemade or purchased) in a bowl big enough to accommodate your cubed chicken pieces.

Overnight in the refrigerator resting will help them to soak up all that wonderful flavor! Grill them over while carefully turning the marinated chicken pieces over. Serve with a sprinkle of fresh Italian seasoning. 

6. Grilled Balsamic Chicken Breasts

There are only five basic ingredients needed for this recipe: 4 boneless chicken breasts, 1/2 cup balsamic vinegar, 2 minced garlic cloves, 3 tablespoons of extra virgin olive oil, and salt & pepper to taste. In a bag, combine the chicken and half the marinade. Chicken should be marinated for one to two days. Keep the second half of the marinade aside until grilling. Set an outside grill to medium-high heat at around 400 degrees Fahrenheit (200 degrees Celsius). Lightly lubricate the grate.

The chicken should be taken out of the marinade and put right on the grill. Grill for 7 to 8 minutes while covering the lid. 

Add the olive oil and season with salt and pepper. 

7. Argentine Grilled Chicken

Even without the customary Argentine chimichurri sauce on the side, this easy chicken recipe asks for spatchcocking and grilling for a dramatic whole bird appearance and wonderful flavor from the salt, smoke, garlic, lemon, and rosemary. Chicken can be marinated in a zip-top bag for 4 hours or even overnight.

Heat the grill to medium-high. Take the chicken out of the package and throw away the marinade. Grill for 5 to 7 minutes per side or until the desired doneness.

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[along-the-devils-backbone]

Me: “Omg my back is killing me... i wish someone would just cut my spine out already!” My brain in it’s ever useless wisdom: “You know, when you do that to a chicken it’s called ‘spatchcocking’!”  Me to my boyfriend just now, attempting to convey my pain: “Baby will you come spatchcock me?”  Me to myself: “Wait shit that’s not right--” 

[whimsy--wanderlust]

Last weekend I made a spatchcock chicken for a buffalo chicken dip. Spatchcock essentially means removing the chicken's backbone so the bird will lay flat on the grill, making for a quick and tasty cook. Last weekend was my first attempt doing that, and to do so I used the kitchen scissors on the bottom to do the job. ✂ Big mistake, but that's all I had. My right hand came away numb from the process. Cutting through bone isn't that simple, especially with the wrong tools. 🐔 Yesterday I was at Walmart and decided to pick up these @cuisinart BBQ shears. They aren't made specifically for doing a spatchcock, but I believe my hand will still thank me for it! 🧡 Right tools for the right job, correct? (at Cedar Grove, Wisconsin) https://www.instagram.com/p/CQoklnunA3Q/?utm_medium=tumblr

[webcricket]

Recipe for Disaster

Characters: Crazy!CastielXReader ft. Sam and Dean Winchester

Word Count: 1261

A/N: Season 7 Crazy!Castiel adorably spoils dinner. Please accept this attempt at humor as a gesture of solidarity.

The lid on the boiling pot of water clattered noisily against the roiling pressure of steam rising past the rim. The delicious scents of citrus and rosemary wafted from the warmth of the oven, drifting out into the rest of the cabin and overpowering the smell of fresh paint used to mark the walls with various demonic and angelic warding symbols.

You busied yourself setting the rustic table with actual matching dishes and utensils for once instead of the haphazard grab-whatever-is-in-the-drawer-and-convenient-to-shovel-food-into-your-mouth model of food ingestion the boys were accustomed to practicing. You hopefully set out wine glasses, not actually expecting either brother to touch them, but willing to be surprised by the possibility. Arranging the spray of wildflowers Castiel popped off to gather a few moments ago in some faraway verdant meadow after you wished aloud for a spot of bright color to dress the otherwise drab table, you glanced up and smiled at the angel squatting in front of the oven and squinting intently through the tiny window on the front. He’d been through so much recently – death, resurrection, amnesia, and taking on Sam’s burden of torture courtesy of Lucifer – it was no wonder to you that his wits buckled under the pressure. He was still Cas though – adorable and sweet, but with a handful of interesting new hobbies, a curious obsession with insects, and an annoying aversion to conflict making him utterly useless to the Winchesters. The red Kiss the Cook apron donned over his white scrubs and trench coat had been his idea, and you took chaste advantage of the offer several times while instructing him in the preparation of dinner.

Sam and Dean blustered through the cabin door, slamming it shut, frame shaking as they entered.

Cas rose and frowned at the ruckus.

Sam inhaled deeply, eyes closing in sensory ecstasy as he breathed in the warm smell of the roasting chicken. Exhaling, he hummed approval, “Something smells amazing!”

Dean bounded across the cabin in three strides, slipped past Cas, and plucked the cover off the boiling pot to examine the contents much to the angel’s dismay. The elder Winchester snickered at the red apron, spinning and holding the lid above his head as Cas tried repeatedly to grab it. He flashed you a playful grin when you turned to witness the chaos, “What’s cookin’, good lookin’?”

“Spatchcock chicken,” you answered, unamused, rolling your eyes at his antics.

“Say what now?” Dean asked, brow furrowed askance. He relinquished the lid.

“Spatchcock chicken,” Cas repeated, nodding politely in thanks as he accepted the cover and returned it to the pot.

“Yeesh, that sounds painful,” Sam winced and tensed his shoulders.

“I think a wendigo tried to do that to me once,” Dean snatched a raw green bean from the counter, bit it in half, grimaced, and chucked the offending vegetable across the cabin to hit his brother in the chest.

Sam wagged his chin in condemnation of the act.

You put your hands on your hips, inquiring disbelievingly, “A wendigo tried to butterfly, lay you flat, and roast you in an oven?”

“Whatever, Julia Childs,” Dean snorted, redirecting his attention to retrieving a cold beer from the fridge.

Sam stepped nearer, chuckling to himself as he pointed at the angel, “Guess that makes Cas Jacques Pepin, huh?”

Dean cracked the top off the hissing beer. Cas fretted over the boiling pot with a slotted spoon. Both of them turned in unison to ask, “Who?”

Sam raised an eyebrow as if he could not fathom their complete lack of knowledge on the matter, “Her cooking partner-nevermind.” His gaze moved expectantly to you for backup.

“How do you even know who that is, Sam?” you pondered. “I didn’t know you had any culinary interests.”

“He’s into just about anything that involves a lot of sweat,” Dean pointed the bottle of beer in his direction for emphasis before drinking a swig.

Sam shrugged and pressed his lips thin, “PBS. Babysitter to lonely children across the states stuck in motels with no cable whose father and brother left them behind to go on a hunting trip.”

Dean sheepishly shrank from his brother’s accusatory glare and struck Cas lightly on the arm with the back of his hand to redirect attention, “You learning anything useful Cas?”

“Yes, cooking is exceptionally violent,” the angel answered, bending to slide the roasting pan, bare-handed, from the oven. He inclined his countenance at the beautifully browned bird, “This chicken was beheaded, exsanguinated, plucked, brined, flayed, and trussed before being placed into a blazing inferno to burn it for good measure to an internal temperature of...of…”

You approached from behind, a gentle hand touching his shoulder, offering Cas the meat thermometer, “170 degrees Fahrenheit.”

“170?” he asked in confirmation.

You bobbed your head.

“You mean the wooden holster for knives on the counter didn’t tip you off?” Dean smirked.

“It’s called a knife block,” Sam pointed out.

Dean scowled, “I don’t care what you want to call it Rachael Ray, it’s a holster.”

Ignoring the brothers’ bickering, Cas wandered down his own meandering trail of thought, “I understand why some humans choose not to participate in the consumption of meat.”

“Sammy,” Dean coughed into his sleeve.

Sam glowered, “Dean, you’ve seen me eat meat.”

“Yeah, maybe under duress, like, when they’re out of that green junk you always order,” Dean retorted.

“It’s called salad,” Sam scoffed.

Reaching around the blockade of men now occupying the small workspace in front of the stove to turn off the oven, you chided Dean, “Did you just refer to salad as junk food?”

Cas continued to muse, blue gaze glossed philosophically, blissfully uninterrupted by what was going on around him, “The same viciousness applies to the entire food chain really.” He picked up a forsaken green bean from the cutting board, twisting it glumly between his fingertips, “These green beans, for example; the promise of perpetuation of life for the plant contained within these pods were crudely severed by someone’s unsympathetic bare hands. The recipe called for them to be brutally blanched in a pot of boiling water until fork tender, robbing them of their enormous potential for propagation. And what’s worse, now they will be slathered in butter which, contrary to antiquated belief, is not at all an appropriate treatment for burns. It’s really a wonder humanity has survived this long with such a propensity toward violence in every aspect of their existence.”

“Yeah,” Sam met your eyes and parodied the angel’s seriousness, “hunger can drive people to do some pretty horrible things.” He nodded in a mockery of despair at his brother, “Dean in particular. You wouldn’t believe how many pies I’ve seen him carve to pieces.”

Cas visibly trembled.

You bit your lower lip endeavoring not to burst into laughter.

Dean tried and failed to look repentant.

Sam went on, expounding the gruesome details, “This one time he disemboweled an entire strawberry rhubarb single-handedly…”

The angel’s square jaw dropped in horror.

Sam feigned a sniffle at the memory, “…with a spork…in front of a group of school kids. And the stupid grin on his face afterward…I’m sure they still have nightmares.”

Cas carefully considered Sam’s tale, his blue eyes glinting meditatively as he spoke, “I have noticed Dean does seem to relish tormenting those things and people he professes to love most. I had never considered hunger to be a motivating factor.”

“Truer words have never been spoken,” you grinned.

Dean curled his lip, shooting the chicken a suspicious glare, “Uh, anyone else think we should just order pizza?”

[mjenkinsgray]

I’ve been learning to bbq during this pandemic summer. The latest attempt: spatchcock chicken. I didn’t make the marinade but might next time. HR continues to enjoy his pool time.

[suitep]

My first attempt at spatchcock chicken. I used Serious Eats method. It was a little violent getting there, but the results were fantastic! 

[fanfictionbeginagain]

Chapter Twenty-One

The phone rang as I pressed it to my ear, waiting for Richard to answer.

I was already fretting enough about tonight that I stood tapping my foot anxiously.

“Hey.” He said when he answered the phone, “What’s up?”

“Robb’s baby sitter cancelled on me. Is it alright if I bring him tonight?” I asked, wincing regretfully.

“Of course.” He said dismissively, “Don’t worry about it.”

I released a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding, “Thanks. I’ll just get him ready and meet you all at the restaurant.” I said.

“Ok. You sound nervous. Are you nervous?” he asked.

“A little.” I revealed.

“Don’t be.” He soothed, “You’ve met my friends before.”

“Yeah but this is different. You’ll be introducing me as your girlfriend and that feels…” I trailed off as I searched for the word.

“Amazing?” he supplied.

“Monumental.” I finally answered.

“Just relax. You’ll be fine.” He assured me.

“Thanks.” I breathed, “I got to go. But I’ll see you soon.”

Hanging up the phone, I attempted to get a brush through Robb’s tangled mess of curly hair into something that didn’t resemble a bird’s nest, which he didn’t appreciate. Attempting to channel my nervous energy I went about making myself at least look presentable.

I grabbed a cream coloured Stella McCartney shirt and paired it with my three-quarter ripped jeans. I thought I looked a little too casual so I grabbed a pair of flesh coloured heels and paired it with a similar coloured envelope bag. Brushing my hair, I was still torn as to whether I should wear it up or not as I grabbed Robb’s hand and we walked out the door.

Sitting on the train, I continued fiddling with my hair, using the reflection in the train window to pull it up. The reason I was so nervous was because I was officially being introduced as ‘the girlfriend’ and with that came judgement. I didn’t want to be open to judgement because there was so much about my life that people could be judgemental of; I had a six-year-old son at the age of twenty-two. I wasn’t married and didn’t own my own home or even a car. I had my own business and that was just a whirlpool of judgement. I wasn’t sure I could handle people peering into my life and knowing that it was about to happen made me beyond nervous.

I wanted to be liked. I wanted his friends to approve of me and my relationship with him.

And I wasn’t just meeting some of Richard’s friends, I was meeting his best friends. Percy Whitmore and his wife Jessica had known Richard since high school and I knew getting their good opinion would help ease our relationship.

I couldn’t even handle the thought of meeting Richard’s parents yet, even though he had met mine.

What on earth was I going to do with my stupid hair?

Deciding there was nothing for it, I decided to leave my hair down. Running an aggravated hand through my hair, I turned to look at Robb, “Are you going to behave tonight?” I asked.

Robb was generally a pretty well behaved kid. He had his moments like every other child but most of the time I considered myself to be quite luck with how well he behaved. I didn’t want him acting like a little brat in front of Richard’s friends. I didn’t want them thinking, on top of everything else wrong with me, that I had a bratty son that I couldn’t control.

A bratty son that I had somehow tricked Richard into helping me raise. This was a disaster.

We were getting dinner at Heliot Steak house. The exterior was a dark wood and the interior was in stark contrast completely red. The walls were draped with red material matching the red carpet.

The tables were square with one chair being black and the other a red couch against the wall that blended in with the red material.

Stepping inside I was automatically greeted by the hostess, “Hi there, do you have a reservation?” she asked.

“Yes, reservation under Madden?” I asked as I tucked a hair behind my ear with my friend hand while the other gripped Robb’s hand tightly.

“Yes, your party is currently at the bar, waiting for you.” She smiled.

Richard was at the bar; typical. Holding Robb by the hand I walked over to the bar where I saw Richard waiting, a beer in his hand talking to a short man with dark curly hair. A tall blonde stood with them, who I assumed was Jessica.

“Richard!” called Robb as we approached.

Turning around to look at us over his shoulder, Richard smiled, “Hey you two.”

“Hey,” I smiled, keeping a firm hold on Robb’s hand so he didn’t run off through the restaurant.

Leaning over Richard placed a quick kiss on my lips before he turned to Robb and messed his hair, he then turned to the two people he was with, “These are my friends Jessica and Percy.”

“Hi.” I smiled as I thrust my hand forward, “I’m Melanie.”

“Hi.” Said Percy, shaking my hand briefly, his eyes gave me a quick once over as he did; so the judging had begun.

I then turned to the girl with him and smiled, “Hi, it’s nice to meet you.” I smiled.

Jessica smiled as she placed her perfectly manicured hand in mine I was suddenly acutely aware that there was dirt underneath my nails from gardening. She didn’t say anything as she shook my hand, simply smiled before she turned to look at Percy expectantly.

“Let’s go to our table.” Said Percy.

As we walked through the restaurant I had Robb’s hand in one and Richard’s hand in the other. So far I wasn’t getting a good vibe from his friends, but I tried to tell myself that I was just being paranoid.

Sitting down at the table, Percy and Jessica sat in the two black chairs while we sat on the bench seat along the wall.

“Do we want to get any entrée’s?” asked Percy as soon as we sat down.

“Eh, no. I don’t think I could eat an entrée and a main.” Said Jessica immediately.

That didn’t surprise me. Jessica looked like the kind of girl that didn’t actually eat or if she did, she didn’t eat that much.

Grabbing the menu, I took a quick once over before I turned to Robb, “Do you want some fish and chips?” I asked him, knowing that it was the easiest to get him something that I knew he would like instead of trying to broaden his pallet.

“Yes please.” Said Robb happily.

“Wow. Such good manners.” I smiled, “For that, you can have a fizzy drink.” I told him.

“Really?”

“Yep!”

“Can I have a coke?”

“Sure.” I smiled as I kissed the top of his head.

“I think it’s really bad for children to have that much sugar.” Interjected Jessica.

I turned to look at her with a smile, “I know. I don’t let him have it very often.” I assured her.

She didn’t seem convinced.

“Aren’t you afraid it’s going to rot his teeth?” asked Percy, peering over the top of his menu at me.

“It won’t rot my teeth. I brush them every night.” Smiled Robb.

“That’s right.” I smiled.

Percy simply turned back to his menu in response.

Having ordered for Robb, I peered at the menu with a little more interest.

“I’m thinking the honey duck breast.” Said Richard as he peered over my shoulder.

“You eat duck?” I asked, turning to look at him in surprise.

“You don’t?” he asked with equal surprise.

“No. As a kid I had pet duck.” I explained.

“Really?” he asked with interest, a smile tugging at his lips.

I nodded, smiling at the old childhood memory, “Yep.”

“What was it called?”

“Ducky.”

“Ducky? That’s creative.”

“Shut up! I was nine!” I smiled.

“Can I have a duck?” asked Robb happily.

“Yeah buddy, we’ll get you a duck.” Smiled Richard.

“If you’re good.” I qualified, though I knew I was already liking the idea of Robb having a pet like a normal kid. I also liked that it had been Richard who had agreed to as well, that he was having an input on how Robb was raised. I just liked the whole moment really, I was able to share something from my childhood with not only Richard but Robb as well.

I turned to Percy and Jessica to see what they thought of the cute little family moment we were having, but the two of them were looking at their menus.

“I’m thinking I’ll get the mushroom ravioli.” I decided.

“Well seeing as Robb is probably getting a duck, it would be in poor taste to eat one. So I think I’ll get the beef rib burger.” Said Richard as he peered over my shoulder at the menu before he leaned over and pressed a quick kiss to my cheek before he leaned back in his seat.

I couldn’t help but smile before I turned to Percy and Jessica, “What are you guys having?” I asked happily.

“Pan friend salmon.” Replied Jessica.

“Spatchcock chicken.” Said Percy.

“It’s funny that we’re at a steak house and none of us actually ordered steak?” I commented, smiling in amusement.

Neither Jessica nor Percy even so much as grinned at my joke as the waitress came over and we all ordered.

“So how long have you guys known each other?” I asked, looking between Richard and Percy.

“We met the first year of high school.” Explained Richard, “And Jess and Perc started dating in the last year of high school?” he asked.

“Second last year.” Corrected Jessica.

“Wow. So a long time.” I smiled.

“Yeah. Rich and I are really good friend.” Said Percy pointedly, “I knew him before all this fame stuff started with Game of Thrones and everything.”

I got the strange feeling that he was pointing that out defensively. Like his friendship with Richard wasn’t just because he was famous. Which, of course, I knew. But was he pointing it out because he thought my relationship with Richard was only because he was famous?

“It’s nice that you guys have been friends for so long.” I smiled.

“Well, I don’t have any brothers so I always considered Percy like my brother.” Said Richard simply.

I smiled, that was really nice. I didn’t have any siblings either so I knew what it was like to become so close with someone that they practically became family, though I hadn’t had that kind of friendship since I was fifteen. Though the way things were going with Bree, we were practically like sisters already.

Bree and I were talking nearly every day and she came into the shop every Monday morning to bring me a coffee and I went around to her house at least once a week to check on her garden. I was really pleased with how well my friendship with her had blossomed.

Though I still had no idea who she was writing the book about.

“So Melanie, did you go to university?” asked Percy politely.

“No. I didn’t even technically finish high school.” I told them.

“Oh wow.” Said Jessica quietly, looking down at her drink with wide eyes.  

“So what do you do with yourself? For like a job?” asked Percy, “You do have a job right?”

I ignored the tone in his voice, “Yes, I have my own flower store. I sell plants.”

“Like a florist?” asked Jessica.

“No, more like a green house. What do you guys do?” I asked politely.

“I’m a lawyer.” Said Percy.

“I’m an accountant.” Said Jessica.

I nodded, that suited them. They were both so business-like that it made sense they would have such serious jobs.

“Mum, can I play games on your phone?” asked Robb as he finished his coke.

“Sure.” I smiled as I reached into my handbag and grabbed out my phone for him.

“Children are so reliant on technology these days.” Said Jessica, eying my phone in Robb’s hand with distaste.

“I agree. I limit his screen time as much as I can because I really believe kids should use their imagination.” I said seriously.

She looked at me as if she didn’t believe me.

I could understand her trepidation, here I was preaching about how I wanted my son to use his imagination but I was giving him my phone. That was because we were in a restaurant and his room for imagination was quite limited. Also, I wanted to keep him quiet so I could talk to Richard’s friends, giving him my phone seemed like the best way to achieve that.

The food was delicious and after I finished my meal I went to the bathroom. I thought I was making an alright impression on Jessica and Percy, I listened to them talk and reminisce about high school and spoke when I felt I could contribute to the conversation but most of the time I just kept an eye on Robb and making sure he wasn’t too bored. He was so well behaved that I was seriously considering getting him that pet duck that he wanted. I was being quiet because I didn’t want to accidentally say the wrong thing around Jessica and Percy and have them not like me.

So far, even though I got a very judgemental vibe from them both, I couldn’t pinpoint anything I had done wrong. Which could only be a good thing. I was feeling quite good when I headed back out to the table and sat down.

The atmosphere when I came back to the table was completely different. Before it had been easy and calm, especially after everyone had just eaten, but now that I was back the environment seemed a little tense.  

Richard was sitting a little to stiffly in his chair and both Percy and Jessica seemed annoyed. Afraid that something had gone wrong while I was away, I turned to Richard, “Is everything ok?”

“Yeah.” He said, his jaw tense, “Fine.”

I didn’t believe him, but before I had time to question him, Robb interrupted me, “Mum, when did you dig coal?”

“What?” I asked, frowning in confusion.

“When where you a coal digger?” he asked.

“I don’t dig coal bud,” I said, still frowning in confusion, where did he get that idea? Was it because I was always playing in the dirt?

“They said you were a coal digger.” He replied, gesturing across the table.

I turned to look at Jessica and Percy, my frown disappearing when I realized that ‘coal digger’ sounded a lot like ‘gold digger’. While I was in the bathroom, Percy and Jessica had obviously called me a gold digger and Robb had overheard them.

I blinked in shock, I had sat here for most of the night enduring their judgemental stares and biting my tongue and they took the first opportunity they could to tell Richard that they thought I was a gold digger.

I felt sick to my stomach; how could they have formed such a wrong and completely insulting opinion of me? I wasn’t with Richard for his money. I had enough money of my own!

“They also said you were gonna trap Richard.” Added Robb, “Is that like with a mouse trap?”

My eyes widened as I realized what exactly had been said while I was in the bathroom. I was a gold digger who was going to trap Richard. That was what Percy and Jessica thought of me. And more than that, they had said all their hurtful and nasty things about me in front of my son.

Unsure of what to do I turned to look at Richard; did he agree with them? Did he think I was a gold digger that was trying to trap him? He had to agree, they were his friends.

But instead of nodding in agreement, Richard was glaring at his two friends, his eyes icy cold and his jaw clenched, he actually shook his head as he glared at them, “I can’t believe you two.” He said coldly.

“It’s a valid question.” Said Percy simply before he turned to me, “What’s in it for you other than the money?”

“Absolutely nothing.” I agreed, “It’s not like Richard is a great guy who my son looks up to. It’s not like he has any other attributes about him that I could want in my life other than his money. You two are completely right.” I said sarcastically.

Jessica looked as if I had slapped her and Percy simply blinked in shock.

“What great friends you two are.” I said pointedly.

It was strange that I wasn’t even mad at Percy and Jessica for insinuating that I was a gold digger. It was more the fact that they thought there could be nothing more for Richard to offer me other than his money. The whole reason I wanted Richard in my life was because I liked him and I liked how he looked after my son.

Turning to Robb, I grabbed my handbag and stood up, “Come on bud. Let’s go home.”

I wasn’t going to stick around one more moment and hear Richard’s so called friend insult not only him but me as well, “It may not matter to you, but I care about Richard.” I told them angrily, “I care about him a lot and I want him in my life.”

Percy looked down at the floor cowardly while Jessica just glared at me as if she didn’t believe a word I said. But it didn’t matter, I had said what I had wanted to say.  But I was so mad, I didn’t even hear what Percy and Jessica were saying to Richard to try and defend themselves as I walked away from the table.

“Just forget it!” said Richard loudly and I turned around just as he rounded the table.

I blinked in shock as I watched him march over to me, I had never, for even a moment, think that he would leave with us. I thought he would try and talk with his friends, that was part of why I was leaving, so they could talk. I never thought he would take my side in the whole debate and leave with me.

But he did. He marched over, grabbed my hand and together we walked out the door.

It only occurred to me later that we stuck Jessica and Percy with the bill.

“Did I do something wrong?” asked Robb as we walked outside.

“No bud, you didn’t do anything wrong.” Said Richard immediately.

Robb hadn’t done anything wrong, but I kind of felt like I had. What had I done that the two of them thought that I was a gold digger? But more than that, I felt sorry for Richard. It couldn’t have been easy for him to have his friends not like me.

“I’m sorry your friends didn’t like me.” I said quietly, giving his hand a light squeeze as we walked.

I really was sorry that they didn’t like me. I knew how much it meant to have the people that you cared about like the other people you cared about. It would be like Robb not liking Richard, it would upset and hurt me and make me question what they didn’t like. But I wasn’t about to change who I was, nor was I going to grovel to get their good opinion of me, from what I saw, it wouldn’t have really mattered what I did. They appeared to have made up their mind about me before I even stepped foot inside the restaurant.  

He shook his head, suddenly seeming mad, “They’re the ones that should be sorry.” He said fiercely.

I didn’t know what to say to that. I didn’t know what to say or even think

“So, you care about me?” he asked suddenly as we walked down the road, Robb skipping ahead of us.

Frowning, I turned to look at him, “What?” I asked curiously.

“Before, at the table. You said you really cared about me.” He said, an almost cheeky smile adorning his features.

I blinked in shock as I realized what he was referring to. I hadn’t realized what I said or how it might have sounded to him, I’d been speaking so passionately and from the heart that I hadn’t thought to edit what I was saying, “Oh um, yeah.” I said, looking down in embarrassment as I tucked my hair behind my ear nervously.

I hadn’t meant to so publically declare my feelings for Richard like that. And certainly not as a way of defence to his two friends that had called me a gold digger.

Tugging on my hand, Richard pulled me to a stop before he stepped in front of me, forcing me to look up at him, “You care about me?” he asked quietly.

“Shut up.” I said as I stared down at my feet, I hated that I had revealed my feelings so early on in our relationship, especially before he had.

“Well, for what it’s worth,” he began as he leaned his forehead against mine, “I care about you too.”

I smiled down at the ground as I felt excited butterflies flap in my stomach, I looked up at him through my lashes. He had already shown me that he cared about me in so many ways, but to have him say the words to me was still unbearably sweet. I felt like it had been confirming something I knew all along.

“So don’t worry about what my stupid friends think.” He said dismissively, “Kit, Bee, Lily and Matt all love you. My mum and sisters already love you.”

“They haven’t even met me yet.” I retorted.

“Yeah but I talk about you all the time.” He explained, “But even if they all hated you, I’d still be here right now, ready to walk you home and give you a kiss goodnight.” He assured me.

I glanced over his shoulder to see Robb was just up the road pulling the petals off a flower on a nearby bush before I turned back to Richard, “You can kiss me now if you like.” I smiled as the tip of my nose touched his.

Smiling he leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine. I immediately wrapped my arms around his neck to pull him close. I wanted to show him just how much I cared and trusted him as I kissed him deeply.

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What Need to Know Before Smoking A Turkey

If you should be wondering when cigarette smoking a salmon is wise, the solution is real. Smoking a Turkey provides the meat with a dominant flavor which you can't eliminate by baking or skillet. In the event a fish which has been appropriately dried attempted, I wager you'd consent. Without more ado, the following are 1-1 things that you want to understand before cigarette smoking a turkey.

Can My Smoker Do the Job?

After smoking an entire turkey, then you're getting to desire to utilize a bigger sized hen. That really would always be to be sure the fowl will probably cook equally and also above all only squeeze in the smoker! There are additional points to think about, are you going to be more"spatchcocking"? Or Can you intend on cooking the entire bird thoroughly and pruning it? In case your smoker is 18" that you certainly need to have the ability to suit a10 into 12-lb turkey onto it.

What Smoker Must I Use?

Smokers possess an assortment of unique styles, models, and measurements; however, to get a fish, your absolute very best choice is that a bullet smoker. Even the 18" Weber Smokey Mountain Cooker as well as also the 2-2" Weber Smokey Mountain Cooker are quite a fantastic option to get a bullet-style shop. If you should be enthusiastic about different brands that the Masterbuilt 20060416 Charcoal Bullet Smoker is useful as well.

You're going to desire a smoker using 18" of grill room to prepare an entire turkey. You may test out them on Amazon to find yourself a more precise notion about precisely what every person amplifier supplies.

Different Objects You Want to Smoke an Entire Turkey

You're likely to want a couple of different activities than only a smoker to prepare a complete turkey, then following is a set of matters that you need with a few explanations.

Brine bucket: Before putting the fowl onto your smoker, you are likely to desire to brine it for 2-4 hours ahead. Even a brine bucket such as one by Yeti will do the job completely. In the event, you don't desire to pay the bucks to your brine bucket strategy. It's possible to utilize an older cooler and also a zip lock bag large enough to suit the poultry inside.

Electronic Thermometer: an electronic digital thermometer can be just a necessity if smoking a turkey. You will find a significant couple of fantastic options available in the current marketplace. A few with stronger attributes, but an easy electronic thermometer is going to have the desired effect.

Kitchen Utensils: You are likely to require a knife, even a few kitchen shears, reducing plank, a few dishes to combine spices and lots with the things you most likely have.

Components: You will want a few ingredients to your brine, dry, and pruning. You may always purchase the seasoning but that I will reveal to you a few recipes that I love to utilize with this particular material.

Injectors: Injecting the turkey leaves it to look WAY far greater. All you're doing is mixing the meat up using a few experienced better that'll melt and flavor your turkey. It truly is nearly crucial when smoking.

Canola Cooking spray: I love to utilize this material in the turkey until I rub on my spices. It also enables the seasoning stays to the fowl much a lot better compared to with no.

Pellets / wood-chips/ Sawdust: Determined by precisely what smoker you have ever are going to use distinct smoking gas. So, I enjoy the beans on account of the number of tastes. That you never need a great wooden taste around the turkey. And also a fantastic mild pecan pellet can perform amazingly.

Turkey dimension

The bigger the turkey that the higher as it has to do with cigarette smoking cigarettes. You are interested in being equipped to prepare the meat equally and also a considerable fish will provide us a very problem using this. Even a 10-12lb turkey can be an ideal dimension for your smoking.

Cooking Timing

There is a great deal of time which enters the groundwork of smoking turkey that a complete turkey. However, the genuine cooking period is, in fact, not quite longterm. It needs to require roughly 2.5 to 2.5 hrs to smoke a turkey into your gold brownish, willing to consume yummy fowl!

Prepping Turkey

The Brine

First, if restarting the salmon is always have to sit at a brine for 2-4 hours. Then this is going to get the cooking period faster and incorporate a lot of flavors into the beef. Here is a recipe that I love to use, so don't hesitate to check around others, that there are lots!

Substances

1-gallon vegetable broth

1 cup sea-salt

1 tbsp crushed dried rosemary

1 tbsp dried sage

1 tbsp dried saltwater

1 tbsp dried peppermint

1-gallon ice-cream

Once you've got that most mixed you up, only put your fish from the tote or even skillet. Then fill it with all the brine ensuring the turkey is submerged. Today put the container with all a turkey in your larger or cooler brine bucket and then fill this container. Permit it to sit for 2-4 hrs and also you also are going to be useful to proceed certainly.

Cooking options

You may prepare the turkey. Since can be plus it is going to prove still yummy. But should you'd like to choose your fish into another location degree. I'd propose spatchcocking the turkey; however, for now, we are merely cooking the fowl intact.

For all individuals enthusiastic in spatchcocking a turkey, I shall present you with a fast run down. Ostensibly, spatchcocking can be an expression utilized to refer to the procedure for taking away the backbone. And also breast bone of this fowl to place it level on the grill to probably the cooking one can purchase. I do believe that it's well worth enough time and attempt. Since it leaves the turkey maybe perhaps not merely look better. However, it is going to cook somewhat faster also.

First off begin spatchcocking the turkey catch the own kitchen shears and start cutting over the face of your background. There is going to undoubtedly soon likely probably be a handful of rough areas but the muscle and do precisely the same on the different hand. You ought to currently have the ability to clear away the complete backbone in your turkey.

Twist the turkey so that the within this is confronting with its legs line towards you personally. Create an embryo having a kitchen knife combined the ribs at the exact middle of this bird on the summit of the ribcage. That was just a significant bone concealing behind that we can extract this is likely to make all farther down the point simpler. Push back on both sides of the clip before breast bone commences to reveal itself. Create modest incisions that will help yank on the bone out of the turkey. Then you also ought to have the ability to catch the huge ending on the very top and pull out it.

Injecting Turkey

A key measure of smoking a turkey is slowly always injecting your beef. It includes an entirely new scope of tastes which leaves the chicken overly tender and moist. It is the optimal method to prepare any poultry, so I genuinely indicate that you decide to try out it there. You may catch off some the internet, or you may create your own personal. My own preferred pre-made shot butter would be your Cajun Injector Creole Butter Marinade. You can create your personal readily way also! Whatever you have to is just a couple of straightforward substances.

Substances

1/2 cup chicken broth

2 tbsp butter

1 tbsp lemon juice

1/2 tsp black pepper

1/2 tsp salt

1/4 tsp white pepper

Blend the butter on deficient heat in a saucepan and then put in all of the ingredients mix totally. Let sit 10 minutes, and you'll be able to begin setting your turkey!

You'll want to pump and then also inject the breasts and thighs of turkey. So there's not any use in setting the wings while there wasn't too much beef to loosen up the taste buds. Dry Spray

Ahead of putting spices onto your turkey. That I love to pay it using peppermint oil or peppermint oil spray, discover that the spray leaves this work less complicated but utilize what you may enjoy. When smoking a turkey, '' I love to maintain it reasonably easy using a fundamental Cajun beverage such as Sisi Lola's Turkey Normal Spice Seasoning. You can create your way also, here is just one of my favorite sip recipes.

Substances

1/4 cup salt

2 tbsp onion powder

2 tbsp paprika

1 tbsp peppermint

1 tbsp peppermint powder

2 tsp pepper

1 tsp coriander

Once you disperse or spray on the olive oil onto the full turkey, then only choose your beverage and place a beautiful thin coat around the shrub. You'd like to pay the entire item nevertheless, also you still never will need to heap it. Be confident you have in most of the crevices to guarantee the complete turkey receives the taste. Beginning the Smoker

Beginning the smoker is straightforward; however, it is all dependent which smoker you've got. Many physicians possess builtin osmosis feeding techniques at which you merely have to place the temperature and time, drive on a switch, and you're all set. Other individuals need you to wash it, wait about ten minutes for this to warm up, and you put in your timber of preference.

Possibly manner, your amplifier's guide ought to possess the most suitable advice needed to begin your smoker. You are interested in getting the temperatures to be approximately 275 to 300 levels to prepare a turkey.

Cooking

When your smoker is currently sitting around 275 to 300 amounts, you might require to set your chicken onto the grill. Be sure you center it to get the best cooking. You might desire to rotate it every half hour. However, do not test it far too generally because every single time you start the lid, you're heating down the toaster. Also, it might need to struggle for up to fever. You ought to provide it a baste every single time you rotate it well to continue to retain the look delicate and delicious.

A-10 -12pound turkey takes roughly 2.5 to 3.5 hrs to prepare thoroughly. You want to find the breastfeeding and thighs round the one hundred 65 - 170-degree markers. Would what you can to prevent the fish out of becoming too dim. If fish are more darkening faster than it can be cooking, then you also may add a more tin-foil tent towards the very top of the circulate the sexy steam towards the interior the turkey. Glazing

The very final move is glazing your turkey. It resembles the sprinkles on the cupcake; it merely causes it to look and taste much superior. You may glaze a turkey together with nearly any such thing out of honey, dissolved brown-sugar whiskey, and on occasion walnut syrup. My favorite is that a walnut syrup-based glaze but that is probably only the Canadian in me chatting.

Following is a recipe to get the favorite pine glaze.

Substances:

1/2 cup of walnut syrup

1 tsp ground paprika

1/2 tsp salt

1/2 tsp pepper

1/2 tsp peppermint powder

1/2 tsp onion powder

1/2 tsp dried crushed coriander

1 tbsp of pepper

Combine it all so when you have roughly 10 to 15 additional amounts made in temperatures onto your turkey, then drizzle it. Do your best never to brush or rub the glaze on since it takes the dry off lick we place on ahead. Only have a spoon and then scatter it onto the very top without even touching the olive oil.

When the fish are in the most suitable temperature, then choose out it from this toaster permit it to sit for 5 -10 minutes having a tin foil tent along with the leading rated. All you could have to do today could be split it and then try to consume it!

Overview

Together with most of this advice, you ought to be far more assured within your capacity to smoke an entire turkey. At this point, you have the tools that you should go to your groundwork to your table. Thank you for taking your own time and effort to research this guide, relish your turkey!

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How to Cook a Turkey in Components

[Pictures: Liz Clayman] If you've ever invested any time putting the important things you create on the internet, you make sure to have found out that you can never ever please everybody. This holds true of roasting turkeys too. I have actually seen people complain about even the most stunning, perfectly roasted turkey. The skin can be deeply browned and crisp, the white meat juicy, the dark meat cooked through, and yet later on someone will undoubtedly whisper,"

That turkey was a little underdone, wasn't it?"The important things with poultry like turkeys and chickens is that cooking them entire always suggests a minimum of a small compromise. The dark meat is best when well-done, and the white meat is not, and there's really no other way to get each to its ideal temperature level in the exact same amount of time. Yes, there are methods that can help a lot, like spatchcocking the bird, but in the end, you're always performing a balancing act that leaves some part of the bird a minimum of somewhat shy of its ideal.There is another method, though, which's to cook the bird in parts. Breaking down the turkey and cooking the parts means you do not get the grand centerpiece of a whole roasted bird on the table. I'm not encouraged that's almost as much of an issue as it's made out to be.

I suggest, just take a look at that platter of meat up above, perfectly carved and reassembled for the table. Is that such a visual disappointment? One might argue that sawing away at an entire bird in front of visitors is a less enticing sight-- given how seldom most Americans cook and consume whole turkey, few individuals are practiced enough at carving one to do so gracefully.

If you do choose to cook your turkey in parts, you have some choices. We already have several recipes on Serious Consumes, all by turkey breast sous vide, you'll require toeliminate the breast meat from the bone. If you're utilizing our dish for sous vide turkey breast, you'll first wish to eliminate the skin covering the breast, because the recipe will have you crisp it in the oven and use it as a garnish. After that, eliminated the wishbone, which runs along the breast where it hugs the neck.Removing the wishbone makes it much easier to trim the meat in one big piece, since it otherwise gets in the method of the knife.( Actually, you ought to eliminate the wishbone in all cases, given that it's just as much in the method when you're sculpting any totally prepared bird, whether it was roasted whole, spatchcocked, or in parts.) The last step is to slice the meat off the breastbone. Similar to when you're sculpting a roasted bird, begin with the knife adjacent to the keel, then slice downward up until you satisfy the bone. Continue to work the knife along the bone, separating the meat from it as you go.With your bird butchered, you're ready to get

cooking with any of the following recipes.Whole Roasted Turkey in Parts

Of all the techniques and mixes that are possible when preparing a turkey in parts, roasting them all is by far the easiest. Instead of fitting a whole or spatchcocked turkey into the oven, you simply push all the parts in. Then, using an instant-read(or probe)thermometer, you pull each when it's done. That's about 150 ° F(66 ° C)for the breast and 170 ° F(77 ° C)for the legs. It's not too impressive of a sight going in and out of the oven, once you have actually sculpted the bird-- splitting the legs, cutting the breast meat from the bone and slicing it-- you can set up a plate that's rather a looker.There's truly no additional work here compared with preparing the bird whole; you're simply front-loading a few of the carving work,

and taking full control of the lead to the process.Braised Turkey Legs If you desire to get fancier, and have the time to add to an already-busy holiday workload, you might use a various technique for the legs, braising them rather of merely roasting them. With this recipe, what you get in return is meat that's smooth and imbued with a delicious red wine-- based sauce. Admittedly, it isn't gravy, however it can hold its own in regards to deliciousness.The initial step for braised turkey legs is to brown the legs in a pan, which builds an excellent base of Maillard-reaction-y flavor(sounds hot, best?). You'll sauté aromatics, like onion, carrot, celery, and garlic, and add the wine and some chicken stock or turkey stock. The turkey legs get nestled into this, their skin glimpsing up from the inky broth to brown as the liquids lower and the meat grows additional tender. When the legs are done, strain the cooking liquid, then thicken it with a roux made from butter and flour. It's not conventional for Thanksgiving, but it is elegant.Sous Vide Turkey Breast

If you're feeling ambitious, you might state to heck with roasting any part of the bird. You could braise the legs and prepare the breast ...

sous vide. Why do it? Well, as you can see from the picture, it sure produce some pretty discussion. Beyond that, it gives you ultimate control. There's no threat of overcooking a turkey breast sous vide-- it reaches its last temperature, in this case 145 ° F(63 ° C), and it stays there. All you need to do is slice it and serve it.

Well, fine, that's not all you need to do. There's some work included, and it requires a small amount of skill.First, you have to eliminate the skin from the turkey breast, ideally in one entire sheet. You have to cut off each half of the turkey breast from the bone, which I've described how to do above.

When you have actually done that much, however, you have to organize the turkey breasts into a cylinder by stacking them head to toe and connecting them together with kitchen twine. This isn't the easiest thing to do, but it is manageable, specifically if you have a 2nd person to assist hold things together for

the first few rings of twine. After that, the meat ought to get much easier to deal with, and will not squirm and slide around excessive. That round shape is key to cutting perfectly round medallions later, however if for some

factor it stops working, the only thing that will be hurt is your picture-perfect discussion. Meanwhile, the skin enters the oven, sandwiched between layers of parchment paper and two baking sheets, up until it's browned and crackling-crisp. It's worth noting that what's visualized here is our the majority of basic sous vide turkey breast recipe, however if you're feeling even

more enthusiastic, you can attempt our deep-fried sous vide turkey porchetta( turchetta ). It'll add some welcome Italian style to the holiday table.Don't Forget to Make Your Gravy Among the very best things about cooking a turkey in parts is that it yields lots of scrap pieces of turkey from the back for making a quick turkey stock. That stock can then be whisked up into gravy in no time, simply by thickening it with a roux of butter and flour and seasoning it with salt, pepper, and a little umami bomb for even deeper taste. (Soy sauce and fish sauce are 2 of lots of choices.)Even much better, because you'll have those scraps all set as quickly as you've completed butchering your bird, you can make the gravy while

the turkey cooks. No need to whip it up at the last minute with the drippings and fond from the turkey's roasting pan after it comes out of the oven. (Though pouring off the fat, deglazing it, and stirring it into the already-made gravy sure will not hurt.)Will somebody still grumble? Maybe-- people are insane like that. At least you'll understand you did everything.

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My first attempt at a Tuscan style spatchcock chicken turned out pretty good. The mix of high oven temp and olive oil’s low smoke point triggered my smoke detector but it was worth it.

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Best 4 Tips for Smoking Chicken in Electric Smoker

The best thing about electric smoker is that you don't need to check your nourishment constantly. Simply set the correct temperature and unwind; let the smoker carry out the activity for you. It is likewise simple to clean and look after it.

Following these essential tips, we will enable you to set up this dinner to like a cook! In the event that you cherish smoked nourishment, this is an extraordinary formula to experiment with! 

To start with Tip: Chose the correct wood chips

For an immaculate chicken, it is pivotal to pick the best smoke. Continuously pick the one that will supplement the meat. Concerning the most prominent flavors search for an apple, cherry, hickory and maple wood. The wood chips will add extraordinary flavors to the sustenance.

• As a fruity wood, apple is a perfect decision for a chicken. Its smoke will take a couple of hours to saturate the meat.

Brilliant Wood Chips

• You can join hickory and cherry wood chips, which will give the chicken an impeccable flavor. They both consume hot and generally moderate. Hickory has both sweet and solid taste, so you try to be light with it, you would prefer not to make an unpleasant flavor. Cherry is mellow and sweet, so when joined, these two wood chips will give the lovely taste.

• Maple wood likewise consumes hot and moderate. As the sweetest substantial wood, it has a lighter taste than hickory.

• Peach wood has that impeccable sweet flavor, that runs awesome with the chicken. Note: If you need to utilize it, generally pick a new cut wood. They more often than not lose their flavor rapidly in the wake of being cut, so it is best to utilize it promptly.

Second tip: Cut the chicken into equal parts

When you smoke the chicken, it is best to cut it with the goal that it lays level. Along these lines it will be equally cooked for a less time. For this procedure, that is called spatchcocking, you require a sharp blade, poultry shears, and a hard-cutting surface.

The main thing you have to do is to evacuate the feathered creatures' spine. With the sharp blade, cut everything the route from the neck to the tail. It ought to be an a large portion of an inch from the side of the spine.

At the point when your chicken is spread out evacuate its breastbone. Presently, it can lay level, so it will be simpler to get ready.

Third Tip: Brine it before you cook it

You ought to dependably saline solution chicken. It is critical for keeping your meat delicious and delicate. Utilize some salt to one gallon of water for a fundamental saline solution formula.

To add more flavors to your meat, it is best to utilize more seasonings. For instance, you could include rosemary, nectar, crisp herbs, citrus or anything you incline toward. You realize what you like, so pick your own particular fixings to give the fowl that immaculate taste.

The decide is that one pound of meat you have to give it a chance to rest for 60 minutes. In the event that you do it longer, your chicken will be too delicate. You can likewise attempt dry brining.

Brackish water Chicken

Rub a flavoring and salt straightforwardly into the skin of the winged animal. Utilize the ½ tsp of salt per pound of meat. You can likewise put the chicken, flavoring, and salt in a plastic pack, and refrigerate it overnight or for 24 hours.

At the point when it's prepared for cooking, evacuate the salt water and let it rest for around two hours previously you smoke it. Along these lines you will have a superior flavor and surface. Ensure that you cover every one of the regions of the chicken with the flavoring. This will improve the flavor.

Fourth tip: Set the correct temperature

What is the most vital thing when smoking a meat? Temperature, obviously. Setting it right can have a major effect.

The primary concern you have to ensure is that your meat is completely cooked. With the Char Broil Deluxe Digital Electric Smoker, you don't need to stress over your sustenance by any means. Simply set the correct temperature and unwind.

Put the test on the meat and set the thermometer to 165 degrees F. When it achieves that temperature, it will consequently turn on warm mode and the smoker will quit cooking. It is best to smoke the meat on 250 degrees F.

Contingent upon the span of the feathered creature the cook time will change. It will take around 2 to 4 hours to smoke it. After the chicken is done, given it a chance to rest for around 20 minutes before cutting.

That way every one of the juices will be moved once again into the meat.

scorch sear luxurious electric smoker

Reward tip: After 90 minutes of cooking, splash the meat with some squeezed orange. You can likewise utilize apple or pineapple squeeze, whatever you favor. This will keep the outside of the chicken pleasant and clammy.

You can splash it again after one more hour. On the off chance that you and your family favor a red meat, you can attempt a delectable smoked ribs formula.

The Conclusion

This is the most effortless approach to smoke your chicken. With the correct Best Electric Smoker, cooking it will be simpler and more advantageous. On the off chance that you are new to this technique, make a point to stay away from this present amateurs' slip-ups.

This formula is an extraordinary decision on the off chance that you have a major family or when you have visitors coming over. The meat has that superb smoky flavor and it is extremely succulent and damp. Along these lines, it's an ideal decision for any individual who likes meat.

The best thing is that you set the smoker on the correct temperature and you don't need to consider everything the time. You can do your tasks around the house or simply sit and unwind, while the electric smoker is doing the activity for you.

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We all know it’s best to let sleeping dogs lie, but where do you let your cockapoo rest his weary head at the end of a long day? A recent study showed that more than a third of pet owners let their dogs sleep on their bed. We, as in me, and my cockapoo, watched the report on TV together, and I swear I saw her giving me a rather feeble attempt at a “you see? We’ve got this!” look.

If you, like me, allow your pooch into your boudoir at night, you’ll know a few things about a dog’s sleeping habits others won’t.

Nod your head in agreement if you recognize any of these, or feel free to tell us what your cockapoo does if it’s not here.

1. Whether you climb into bed before or after your cockapoo, she does so much ‘digging’, circling, and kneading to create ‘just the spot’, you’re always left uncomfortable.

2. A cockapoo in the bedroom means you’ve got someone to blame the rather foul smells on. And there are a lot of them.

3. Your dog shows little to no remorse expelling those foul smells directly into your nose as he snoozes on your pillow, with his butt in your face, no less.

4. There is no hot water bottle or microwaveable bean bag that comes anywhere close to your four-legged bed-warmer.

5. You are able to sleep in a perfect ‘Y’ position. If only there was some kind of recognition for that.

6. Only you’ll know that dogs don’t sleep curled up in a tight little ball. No, instead they spread out like a spatchcock chicken, sound asleep while you’re hanging onto the mattress by a butt cheek.

7. If you’ve ever moved a dead body (you haven’t?) you’ll know a sleeping dog is heavier. Whether you’re trying to move them over, move them off you or right off the bed.

8. Except when it’s playtime. Dogs are no longer heavy when they decide it’s time to bounce and dive and jump all over the place, like Tigger on a good day.

9. Don’t try getting it on with anyone while your cockapoo is in the room. It’s pointless. You’ll feel their beady eyes on you the entire time, or they’ll howl for help (because you’re being attacked, of course).

10. Dogs aren’t quiet when they sleep. In fact they jibber and jabber more than some humans do when they’re in la-la land.

11. Same goes for snoring.

12. Dogs find the strangest things to bring to bed with him.A chewed up old bone they found in the (muddy) garden, or an old chew stick.

13. As meek and mild as your canine companion is with you, I dare you to try and reclaim some of your bed while he’s on it.

14. Should you ever be held as a prisoner of war you know you will survive the worst kind of torture in the world; extreme discomfort (lying in one position the whole night), incessant snoring, farting in the face (a common torture method around the world), and sleep deprivation.

15. You wouldn’t change your sleeping arrangements for the world.

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Read this and you may never eat chicken again

Most meat animals are raised with the assistance of daily doses of antibiotics. By 2050, antibiotic resistance will cause a staggering 10 million deaths a year

Every year I spend some time in a tiny apartment in Paris, seven stories above the mayors offices for the 11th arrondissement. The Place de la Bastille the spot where the French revolution sparked political change that transformed the world is a 10-minute walk down a narrow street that threads between student nightclubs and Chinese fabric wholesalers.

Twice a week, hundreds of Parisians crowd down it, heading to the march de la Bastille, stretched out along the center island of the Boulevard Richard Lenoir.

Blocks before you reach the market, you can hear it: a low hum of argument and chatter, punctuated by dollies thumping over the curbstones and vendors shouting deals. But even before you hear it, you can smell it: the funk of bruised cabbage leaves underfoot, the sharp sweetness of fruit sliced open for samples, the iodine tang of seaweed propping up rafts of scallops in broad rose-colored shells.

Threaded through them is one aroma that I wait for. Burnished and herbal, salty and slightly burned, it has so much heft that it feels physical, like an arm slid around your shoulders to urge you to move a little faster. It leads to a tented booth in the middle of the market and a line of customers that wraps around the tent poles and trails down the market alley, tangling with the crowd in front of the flower seller.

In the middle of the booth is a closet-size metal cabinet, propped up on iron wheels and bricks. Inside the cabinet, flattened chickens are speared on rotisserie bars that have been turning since before dawn. Every few minutes, one of the workers detaches a bar, slides off its dripping bronze contents, slips the chickens into flat foil-lined bags, and hands them to the customers who have persisted to the head of the line.

I can barely wait to get my chicken home.

Chickens roam in an outdoor enclosure of a chicken farm in Vielle-Soubiran, south-western France. Photograph: Iroz Gaizka/AFP/Getty Images

The skin of a poulet crapaudine named because its spatchcocked outline resembles a crapaud, a toad shatters like mica; the flesh underneath, basted for hours by the birds dripping on to it from above, is pillowy but springy, imbued to the bone with pepper and thyme.

The first time I ate it, I was stunned into happy silence, too intoxicated by the experience to process why it felt so new. The second time, I was delighted again and then, afterward, sulky and sad.

I had eaten chicken all my life: in my grandmothers kitchen in Brooklyn, in my parents house in Houston, in a college dining hall, friends apartments, restaurants and fast food places, trendy bars in cities and old-school joints on back roads in the south. I thought I roasted a chicken pretty well myself. But none of them were ever like this, mineral and lush and direct.

I thought of the chickens Id grown up eating. They tasted like whatever the cook added to them: canned soup in my grandmothers fricassee, her party dish; soy sauce and sesame in the stir fries my college housemate brought from her aunts restaurant; lemon juice when my mother worried about my fathers blood pressure and banned salt from the house.

This French chicken tasted like muscle and blood and exercise and the outdoors. It tasted like something that it was too easy to pretend it was not: like an animal, like a living thing. We have made it easy not to think about what chickens were before we find them on our plates or pluck them from supermarket cold cases.

I live, most of the time, less than an hours drive from Gainesville, Georgia, the self-described poultry capital of the world, where the modern chicken industry was born. Georgia raises 1.4bn broilers a year, making it the single biggest contributor to the almost 9bn birds raised each year in the United States; if it were an independent country, it would rank in chicken production somewhere near China and Brazil.

Yet you could drive around for hours without ever knowing you were in the heart of chicken country unless you happened to get behind a truck heaped with crates of birds on their way from the remote solid-walled barns they are raised in to the gated slaughter plants where they are turned into meat. That first French market chicken opened my eyes to how invisible chickens had been for me, and after that, my job began to show me what that invisibility had masked.

My house is less than two miles from the front gate of the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, the federal agency that sends disease detectives racing to outbreaks all over the world. For more than a decade, one of my obsessions as a journalist has been following them on their investigations and in long late-night conversations in the United States and Asia and Africa, with physicians and veterinarians and epidemiologists, I learned that the chickens that had surprised me and the epidemics that fascinated me were more closely linked than I had ever realized.

I discovered that the reason American chicken tastes so different from those I ate everywhere else was that in the United States, we breed for everything but flavor: for abundance, for consistency, for speed. Many things made that transformation possible.

But as I came to understand, the single biggest influence was that, consistently over decades, we have been feeding chickens, and almost every other meat animal, routine doses of antibiotics on almost every day of their lives.

Caged battery hens in a chicken farm in Catania, Sicily. Photograph: Fabrizio Villa/AFP/Getty Images

Antibiotics do not create blandness, but they created the conditions that allowed chicken to be bland, allowing us to turn a skittish, active backyard bird into a fast-growing, slow-moving, docile block of protein, as muscle-bound and top-heavy as a bodybuilder in a kids cartoon. At this moment, most meat animals, across most of the planet, are raised with the assistance of doses of antibiotics on most days of their lives: 63,151 tons of antibiotics per year, about 126m pounds.

Farmers began using the drugs because antibiotics allowed animals to convert feed to tasty muscle more efficiently; when that result made it irresistible to pack more livestock into barns, antibiotics protected animals against the likelihood of disease. Those discoveries, which began with chickens, created what we choose to call industrialized agriculture, a poultry historian living in Georgia proudly wrote in 1971.

Chicken prices fell so low that it became the meat that Americans eat more than any other and the meat most likely to transmit food-borne illness, and also antibiotic resistance, the greatest slow-brewing health crisis of our time.

For most people, antibiotic resistance is a hidden epidemic unless they have the misfortune to contract an infection themselves or have a family member or friend unlucky enough to become infected.

Drug-resistant infections have no celebrity spokespeople, negligible political support and few patients organizations advocating for them. If we think of resistant infections, we imagine them as something rare, occurring to people unlike us, whoever we are: people who are in nursing homes at the end of their lives, or dealing with the drain of chronic illness, or in intensive-care units after terrible trauma. But resistant infections are a vast and common problem that occur in every part of daily life: to children in daycare, athletes playing sports, teens going for piercings, people getting healthy in the gym.

And though common, resistant bacteria are a grave threat and getting worse.

They are responsible for at least 700,000 deaths around the world each year: 23,000 in the United States, 25,000 in Europe, more than 63,000 babies in India. Beyond those deaths, bacteria that are resistant to antibiotics cause millions of illnesses 2m annually just in the United States and cost billions in healthcare spending, lost wages and lost national productivity.

It is predicted that by 2050, antibiotic resistance will cost the world $100tn and will cause a staggering 10m deaths per year.

Disease organisms have been developing defenses against the antibiotics meant to kill them for as long as antibiotics have existed. Penicillin arrived in the 1940s, and resistance to it swept the world in the 1950s.

Tetracycline arrived in 1948, and resistance was nibbling at its effectiveness before the 1950s ended. Erythromycin was discovered in 1952, and erythromycin resistance arrived in 1955. Methicillin, a lab-synthesized relative of penicillin, was developed in 1960 specifically to counter penicillin resistance, yet within a year, staph bacteria developed defenses against it as well, earning the bug the name MRSA, methicillin-resistant Staphylococcus aureus.

After MRSA, there were the ESBLs, extended-spectrum beta-lactamases, which defeated not only penicillin and its relatives but also a large family of antibiotics called cephalosporins. And after cephalosporins were undermined, new antibiotics were achieved and lost in turn.

Each time pharmaceutical chemistry produced a new class of antibiotics, with a new molecular shape and a new mode of action, bacteria adapted. In fact, as the decades passed, they seemed to adapt faster than before. Their persistence threatened to inaugurate a post-antibiotic era, in which surgery could be too dangerous to attempt and ordinary health problems scrapes, tooth extractions, broken limbs could pose a deadly risk.

For a long time, it was assumed that the extraordinary unspooling of antibiotic resistance around the world was due only to misuse of the drugs in medicine: to parents begging for the drugs even though their children had viral illnesses that antibiotics could not help; physicians prescribing antibiotics without checking to see whether the drug they chose was a good match; people stopping their prescriptions halfway through the prescribed course because they felt better, or saving some pills for friends without health insurance, or buying antibiotics over the counter, in the many countries where they are available that way and dosing themselves.

But from the earliest days of the antibiotic era, the drugs have had another, parallel use: in animals that are grown to become food.

Eighty percent of the antibiotics sold in the United States and more than half of those sold around the world are used in animals, not in humans. Animals destined to be meat routinely receive antibiotics in their feed and water, and most of those drugs are not given to treat diseases, which is how we use them in people.

Instead, antibiotics are given to make food animals put on weight more quickly than they would otherwise, or to protect food animals from illnesses that the crowded conditions of livestock production make them vulnerable to. And nearly two-thirds of the antibiotics that are used for those purposes are compounds that are also used against human illness which means that when resistance against the farm use of those drugs arises, it undermines the drugs usefulness in human medicine as well.

Caged chickens in San Diego, California. California voters passed a new animal welfare law in 2008 to require that the states egg-laying hens be given room to move. Photograph: Christian Science Monitor/Getty Images

Resistance is a defensive adaptation, an evolutionary strategy that allows bacteria to protect themselves against antibiotics power to kill them. It is created by subtle genetic changes that allow organisms to counter antibiotics attacks on them, altering their cell walls to keep drug molecules from attaching or penetrating, or forming tiny pumps that eject the drugs after they have entered the cell.

What slows the emergence of resistance is using an antibiotic conservatively: at the right dose, for the right length of time, for an organism that will be vulnerable to the drug, and not for any other reason. Most antibiotic use in agriculture violates those rules.

Resistant bacteria are the result.

Antibiotic resistance is like climate change: it is an overwhelming threat, created over decades by millions of individual decisions and reinforced by the actions of industries.

It is also like climate change in that the industrialized west and the emerging economies of the global south are at odds. One quadrant of the globe already enjoyed the cheap protein of factory farming and now regrets it; the other would like not to forgo its chance. And it is additionally like climate change because any action taken in hopes of ameliorating the problem feels inadequate, like buying a fluorescent lightbulb while watching a polar bear drown.

But that it seems difficult does not mean it is not possible. The willingness to relinquish antibiotics of farmers in the Netherlands, as well as Perdue Farms and other companies in the United States, proves that industrial-scale production can be achieved without growth promoters or preventive antibiotic use. The stability of Masadour and Lou and White Oak Pastures shows that medium-sized and small farms can secure a place in a remixed meat economy.

Whole Foods pivot to slower-growing chicken birds that share some of the genetics preserved by Frank Reese illustrates that removing antibiotics and choosing birds that do not need them returns biodiversity to poultry production. All of those achievements are signposts, pointing to where chicken, and cattle and hogs and farmed fish after them, need to go: to a mode of production where antibiotics are used as infrequently as possible to care for sick animals, but not to fatten or protect them.

That is the way antibiotics are now used in human medicine, and it is the only way that the utility of antibiotics and the risk of resistance can be adequately balanced.

Excerpted from Big Chicken by Maryn McKenna published by National Geographic on 12 September 2017. Available wherever books are sold.

Plucked! The Truth About Chicken by Maryn McKenna is published in the UK by Little, Brown and is now available in eBook @14.99, and is published in Trade Format @14.99 on 1 February 2018.

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Most meat animals are raised with the assistance of daily doses of antibiotics. By 2050, antibiotic resistance will cause a staggering 10 million deaths a year

Every year I spend some time in a tiny apartment in Paris, seven stories above the mayors offices for the 11th arrondissement. The Place de la Bastille the spot where the French revolution sparked political change that transformed the world is a 10-minute walk down a narrow street that threads between student nightclubs and Chinese fabric wholesalers.

Twice a week, hundreds of Parisians crowd down it, heading to the march de la Bastille, stretched out along the center island of the Boulevard Richard Lenoir.

Blocks before you reach the market, you can hear it: a low hum of argument and chatter, punctuated by dollies thumping over the curbstones and vendors shouting deals. But even before you hear it, you can smell it: the funk of bruised cabbage leaves underfoot, the sharp sweetness of fruit sliced open for samples, the iodine tang of seaweed propping up rafts of scallops in broad rose-colored shells.

Threaded through them is one aroma that I wait for. Burnished and herbal, salty and slightly burned, it has so much heft that it feels physical, like an arm slid around your shoulders to urge you to move a little faster. It leads to a tented booth in the middle of the market and a line of customers that wraps around the tent poles and trails down the market alley, tangling with the crowd in front of the flower seller.

In the middle of the booth is a closet-size metal cabinet, propped up on iron wheels and bricks. Inside the cabinet, flattened chickens are speared on rotisserie bars that have been turning since before dawn. Every few minutes, one of the workers detaches a bar, slides off its dripping bronze contents, slips the chickens into flat foil-lined bags, and hands them to the customers who have persisted to the head of the line.

I can barely wait to get my chicken home.

Chickens roam in an outdoor enclosure of a chicken farm in Vielle-Soubiran, south-western France. Photograph: Iroz Gaizka/AFP/Getty Images

The skin of a poulet crapaudine named because its spatchcocked outline resembles a crapaud, a toad shatters like mica; the flesh underneath, basted for hours by the birds dripping on to it from above, is pillowy but springy, imbued to the bone with pepper and thyme.

The first time I ate it, I was stunned into happy silence, too intoxicated by the experience to process why it felt so new. The second time, I was delighted again and then, afterward, sulky and sad.

I had eaten chicken all my life: in my grandmothers kitchen in Brooklyn, in my parents house in Houston, in a college dining hall, friends apartments, restaurants and fast food places, trendy bars in cities and old-school joints on back roads in the south. I thought I roasted a chicken pretty well myself. But none of them were ever like this, mineral and lush and direct.

I thought of the chickens Id grown up eating. They tasted like whatever the cook added to them: canned soup in my grandmothers fricassee, her party dish; soy sauce and sesame in the stir fries my college housemate brought from her aunts restaurant; lemon juice when my mother worried about my fathers blood pressure and banned salt from the house.

This French chicken tasted like muscle and blood and exercise and the outdoors. It tasted like something that it was too easy to pretend it was not: like an animal, like a living thing. We have made it easy not to think about what chickens were before we find them on our plates or pluck them from supermarket cold cases.

I live, most of the time, less than an hours drive from Gainesville, Georgia, the self-described poultry capital of the world, where the modern chicken industry was born. Georgia raises 1.4bn broilers a year, making it the single biggest contributor to the almost 9bn birds raised each year in the United States; if it were an independent country, it would rank in chicken production somewhere near China and Brazil.

Yet you could drive around for hours without ever knowing you were in the heart of chicken country unless you happened to get behind a truck heaped with crates of birds on their way from the remote solid-walled barns they are raised in to the gated slaughter plants where they are turned into meat. That first French market chicken opened my eyes to how invisible chickens had been for me, and after that, my job began to show me what that invisibility had masked.

My house is less than two miles from the front gate of the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, the federal agency that sends disease detectives racing to outbreaks all over the world. For more than a decade, one of my obsessions as a journalist has been following them on their investigations and in long late-night conversations in the United States and Asia and Africa, with physicians and veterinarians and epidemiologists, I learned that the chickens that had surprised me and the epidemics that fascinated me were more closely linked than I had ever realized.

I discovered that the reason American chicken tastes so different from those I ate everywhere else was that in the United States, we breed for everything but flavor: for abundance, for consistency, for speed. Many things made that transformation possible.

But as I came to understand, the single biggest influence was that, consistently over decades, we have been feeding chickens, and almost every other meat animal, routine doses of antibiotics on almost every day of their lives.

Caged battery hens in a chicken farm in Catania, Sicily. Photograph: Fabrizio Villa/AFP/Getty Images

Antibiotics do not create blandness, but they created the conditions that allowed chicken to be bland, allowing us to turn a skittish, active backyard bird into a fast-growing, slow-moving, docile block of protein, as muscle-bound and top-heavy as a bodybuilder in a kids cartoon. At this moment, most meat animals, across most of the planet, are raised with the assistance of doses of antibiotics on most days of their lives: 63,151 tons of antibiotics per year, about 126m pounds.

Farmers began using the drugs because antibiotics allowed animals to convert feed to tasty muscle more efficiently; when that result made it irresistible to pack more livestock into barns, antibiotics protected animals against the likelihood of disease. Those discoveries, which began with chickens, created what we choose to call industrialized agriculture, a poultry historian living in Georgia proudly wrote in 1971.

Chicken prices fell so low that it became the meat that Americans eat more than any other and the meat most likely to transmit food-borne illness, and also antibiotic resistance, the greatest slow-brewing health crisis of our time.

For most people, antibiotic resistance is a hidden epidemic unless they have the misfortune to contract an infection themselves or have a family member or friend unlucky enough to become infected.

Drug-resistant infections have no celebrity spokespeople, negligible political support and few patients organizations advocating for them. If we think of resistant infections, we imagine them as something rare, occurring to people unlike us, whoever we are: people who are in nursing homes at the end of their lives, or dealing with the drain of chronic illness, or in intensive-care units after terrible trauma. But resistant infections are a vast and common problem that occur in every part of daily life: to children in daycare, athletes playing sports, teens going for piercings, people getting healthy in the gym.

And though common, resistant bacteria are a grave threat and getting worse.

They are responsible for at least 700,000 deaths around the world each year: 23,000 in the United States, 25,000 in Europe, more than 63,000 babies in India. Beyond those deaths, bacteria that are resistant to antibiotics cause millions of illnesses 2m annually just in the United States and cost billions in healthcare spending, lost wages and lost national productivity.

It is predicted that by 2050, antibiotic resistance will cost the world $100tn and will cause a staggering 10m deaths per year.

Disease organisms have been developing defenses against the antibiotics meant to kill them for as long as antibiotics have existed. Penicillin arrived in the 1940s, and resistance to it swept the world in the 1950s.

Tetracycline arrived in 1948, and resistance was nibbling at its effectiveness before the 1950s ended. Erythromycin was discovered in 1952, and erythromycin resistance arrived in 1955. Methicillin, a lab-synthesized relative of penicillin, was developed in 1960 specifically to counter penicillin resistance, yet within a year, staph bacteria developed defenses against it as well, earning the bug the name MRSA, methicillin-resistant Staphylococcus aureus.

After MRSA, there were the ESBLs, extended-spectrum beta-lactamases, which defeated not only penicillin and its relatives but also a large family of antibiotics called cephalosporins. And after cephalosporins were undermined, new antibiotics were achieved and lost in turn.

Each time pharmaceutical chemistry produced a new class of antibiotics, with a new molecular shape and a new mode of action, bacteria adapted. In fact, as the decades passed, they seemed to adapt faster than before. Their persistence threatened to inaugurate a post-antibiotic era, in which surgery could be too dangerous to attempt and ordinary health problems scrapes, tooth extractions, broken limbs could pose a deadly risk.

For a long time, it was assumed that the extraordinary unspooling of antibiotic resistance around the world was due only to misuse of the drugs in medicine: to parents begging for the drugs even though their children had viral illnesses that antibiotics could not help; physicians prescribing antibiotics without checking to see whether the drug they chose was a good match; people stopping their prescriptions halfway through the prescribed course because they felt better, or saving some pills for friends without health insurance, or buying antibiotics over the counter, in the many countries where they are available that way and dosing themselves.

But from the earliest days of the antibiotic era, the drugs have had another, parallel use: in animals that are grown to become food.

Eighty percent of the antibiotics sold in the United States and more than half of those sold around the world are used in animals, not in humans. Animals destined to be meat routinely receive antibiotics in their feed and water, and most of those drugs are not given to treat diseases, which is how we use them in people.

Instead, antibiotics are given to make food animals put on weight more quickly than they would otherwise, or to protect food animals from illnesses that the crowded conditions of livestock production make them vulnerable to. And nearly two-thirds of the antibiotics that are used for those purposes are compounds that are also used against human illness which means that when resistance against the farm use of those drugs arises, it undermines the drugs usefulness in human medicine as well.

Caged chickens in San Diego, California. California voters passed a new animal welfare law in 2008 to require that the states egg-laying hens be given room to move. Photograph: Christian Science Monitor/Getty Images

Resistance is a defensive adaptation, an evolutionary strategy that allows bacteria to protect themselves against antibiotics power to kill them. It is created by subtle genetic changes that allow organisms to counter antibiotics attacks on them, altering their cell walls to keep drug molecules from attaching or penetrating, or forming tiny pumps that eject the drugs after they have entered the cell.

What slows the emergence of resistance is using an antibiotic conservatively: at the right dose, for the right length of time, for an organism that will be vulnerable to the drug, and not for any other reason. Most antibiotic use in agriculture violates those rules.

Resistant bacteria are the result.

Antibiotic resistance is like climate change: it is an overwhelming threat, created over decades by millions of individual decisions and reinforced by the actions of industries.

It is also like climate change in that the industrialized west and the emerging economies of the global south are at odds. One quadrant of the globe already enjoyed the cheap protein of factory farming and now regrets it; the other would like not to forgo its chance. And it is additionally like climate change because any action taken in hopes of ameliorating the problem feels inadequate, like buying a fluorescent lightbulb while watching a polar bear drown.

But that it seems difficult does not mean it is not possible. The willingness to relinquish antibiotics of farmers in the Netherlands, as well as Perdue Farms and other companies in the United States, proves that industrial-scale production can be achieved without growth promoters or preventive antibiotic use. The stability of Masadour and Lou and White Oak Pastures shows that medium-sized and small farms can secure a place in a remixed meat economy.

Whole Foods pivot to slower-growing chicken birds that share some of the genetics preserved by Frank Reese illustrates that removing antibiotics and choosing birds that do not need them returns biodiversity to poultry production. All of those achievements are signposts, pointing to where chicken, and cattle and hogs and farmed fish after them, need to go: to a mode of production where antibiotics are used as infrequently as possible to care for sick animals, but not to fatten or protect them.

That is the way antibiotics are now used in human medicine, and it is the only way that the utility of antibiotics and the risk of resistance can be adequately balanced.

Excerpted from Big Chicken by Maryn McKenna published by National Geographic on 12 September 2017. Available wherever books are sold.

Plucked! The Truth About Chicken by Maryn McKenna is published in the UK by Little, Brown and is now available in eBook @14.99, and is published in Trade Format @14.99 on 1 February 2018.

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