If you need a little story to give you a good chuckle, this is it! Hear about the time I made Kevin “Engagement Chicken” and how it went oh so wrong…
The story behind this recipe is if you make this dish for your boyfriend/girlfriend you can expect a marriage proposal shortly thereafter. About nine months into dating my now-husband, Kevin, I had the idea I would try making this recipe for him and leave the rest to fate…
I had never made a whole chicken before, but as a seasoned cook I figured it wouldn’t be too difficult, especially since it was from Glamour magazine, right? Note to younger self: Never fully trust recipes that come from fashion/lifestyle magazines…
On the day of my engagement chicken dinner, I eagerly went to the store to gather all my ingredients. Once home, I started my food prep and got out the chicken recipe. Everything seemed to be running smoothly and all the dinner components were coming together nicely. In addition to the chicken, I was also making steamed broccoli with a mustard sauce and roasted potatoes.
Kevin arrived to my place on time and oblivious to the fact I was making anything besides a normal dinner for him, as I had many times before. I offered him a drink, he sat down at the table and dinner was almost ready.
“This is it!” I thought as I opened the oven to check on the chicken, which is looking nice and brown now. I put in the thermometer, waited for it to get up to 180 degrees (as the recipe indicated) and it stops around 125 degrees… “This is odd” I thought to myself…. don’t panic…stay calm!! I add a few more minutes to the timer, turn around to Kevin, smiling, “Just a few more minutes hun!” I tell him.
Fifteen minutes later and the broccoli and potatoes are finished. Kevin has now moved to the living room and is watching TV. I put the thermometer back into the nicely browned chicken… the temperature gauge is going up, up, “keep going!” I think. When the thermometer stops, I can hardly believe it’s still not 180 degrees!
Just great! Panic now starts to set in. I set the timer for 10 more minutes and say a quick prayer. “Need another drink hun?” I call out to Kevin.
Ten minutes later, I lovingly open the oven prepared to have a finished chicken. Thermometer goes in, thermometer goes out. The darn chicken is still not done! What the heck is going on?
I’ve never messed up a recipe like this before! I start to cry. I ruined my engagement chicken dinner and now perhaps he will never propose. Kevin sees me crying and comes into the kitchen, cooking utensils now strewn everywhere.
I confess the plot behind my dinner. He just laughs and we eat the broccoli and potatoes. When the timer goes off on the chicken once more, we eye it, almost afraid. I cut it open and it still seems a little pink. We each took a bite and then worried, threw the entire thing away. “Well, that isn’t how I saw this dinner going” I muse.
Did I read the recipe incorrectly? Did I get nervous and set the timer wrong? Was my chicken larger than the called for 4 lbs.? Who knows? Kevin didn’t propose that night or anytime soon after. When he finally did about 3 months later, I somehow think the failed engagement chicken dinner had nothing to do with it.
I have since made other roasted chicken recipes which turned out very well. I will share one of my successful roasted chicken recipes in a future post! Just remember, not all recipes go according to plan and sometimes you just have to give in and call for take-out. It’s not the worst thing in the world!
I hope everyone has a lovely day and can have a little chuckle after reading this story 🙂
The day after he proposed in Gatlinburg, TN (October 2010)