Our fifth, and final, contestant for the Capital Appliance & BBQ contest where a Napoleon grill is up for grabs is…Bernie Terrence, who sent in his recipe for Dancing Irish Chicken. Although a quick glance through his ingredients list gave us pause…for a moment:

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Wait…this calls for FORTY ounces of Jamieson’s?

Eric here – I figured he meant simply that one should always have a 40-ouncer of Jamieson’s in the cupboard, and that I was meant to add far less than that to the meal…

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One of the ingredients this recipe called for was ‘herbes de provence’ – which is really just a phrase hipsters use to mean ‘a variety of herbs’. So I went with thyme, rosemary, oregano, parsley, fennel, and tarragon. Cause that’s some of the stuff in my garden.

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Next step – herbs, whiskey, half a can of Guinness, some pepper, olive oil and my homemade Louisiana chicken rub. Mixed vigorously in a bowl I once got from the Ottawa Sun, for some reason. Then you wash the chicken, dry the chicken, and rub that mixture all over it.

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Then I got out my handy and SUPER-fancy Giant Tiger beer-can-chicken holder. Although this LOOKS like an Old Milwaukee can, it is…well, an Old Milwaukee can. But filled with Guinness. (Guinness comes only in tallboys, and my SUPER-fancy device cannot accommodate a tallboy). Nothing left to do but grill on indirect heat (about 375-400) for an hour to an hour and a half while constantly basting with more of the rub-beer-whiskey mixture.

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Bernie’s recipe called for me to drink 3-4 double Jamieson’s as a way of measuring the correct amount of cooking time. Problem was, I was making TWO chickens because even my large barbecue is too small to accommodate two chickens at once (also, I have only one SUPER-fancy beer can device). Which would have meant EIGHT double Jamieson’s. In an afternoon. And for goodness sake, I don’t have WOODY-level capacity for such things!

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And…we’re done! Two beautifully cooked chickens, absolutely loaded with booze. One cook, absolutely loaded with booze. And  photos that got a little blurrier over the course of the day. Thanks Bernie! This way, when I go in for a new liver, I can claim it as a work-related injury!