I’m sorry
for misappropriating the word “barbeque” in this recipe. I could claim to
simply be following in the steps of a blogger far more influential than I, but
it’s no real excuse. There’s no pit in the ground, smoking, pork, or even a
carefully measured spice rub – instead there’s just your favorite style of
barbeque sauce pulled from the grocery store shelf added over some browned
chicken and baked in an oven until it’s falling apart.
But it’s
damned tasty.
And now
that turning on my stove no longer makes me want to cry, I’m more than happy to
have it bubbling away in the oven for an hour. I’m glad I didn’t find this
recipe until recently – having to wait through the end of August to try this
out would have been torture.
(And so you
know – I’ve got another 2 full bottles of commercial barbeque sauce hanging out
in my pantry ready for the next go-round. Yes. It’s that good)
