Enjoying a nice 90 degree day here in the Bend,
filled with several 20 minute outdoor spurts for the girls,
(I am a little hyper paranoid about sun burn)
And putting Mike to work on our dinner.
He worked hard on perfecting his grilled chicken today putting together a crazy brine to soak it in prior to grilling
It may be the case I am notoriously the very worst cooker of chicken on the earth, it usually ends up being something like the consistency of a dog bone and all parties are chewing on it just about as long as a dog would a bone. This, on the other hand, had more flavor than I ever thought it was possible for chicken to have, and I am advertising for no one, except my culinary genius of a husband.
Maybe one day I will share is secret, but I must consult the master first.