Happy New Year! For many, many years before I moved to the south, I was just a nice Irish Catholic girl living in and around Boston. We did not eat black-eyed peas on New Years Day. Nor had I ever, ever even heard of collard greens. (Collard what? Is that kind of like spinach?) For New Years Day, we cooked like it was any other important football day ... lots of finger food and a nice "Sunday dinner" spread. A slow cooked beef roast, pork tenderloins in the oven, or perhaps a lovely roast chicken - my personal favorite.
A couple of months ago, I agreed to be a part of a
recipe telephone tag - food blogger style - organized by the great folks who put together
Food Blog South. Every week or so, a southern food blogger would write up a recipe for roast chicken and pass it on the next writer. Each writer needed to add their special twist to the roast chicken recipe and pass it on again. My time has come! The last food blogger to write about roast chicken for this telephone tag project was Michal, a food blogger in south Mississippi, writing over at
Oh, The Humidity. Friends, let's just say that she
LIT HER CHICKEN ON FIRE. I am totally serious. Check out her blog and you can see it for yourself.