My second evening in the country was spent roasting the chicken I spent the day brining. I was, as always, a little impatient with the chicken, wanting the skin to brown and crisp up at a faster rate than it seemed to think appropriate. I eventually got tired of waiting, took the chicken out, took a few pictures and then decided it was worth it to crisp up a bit more...but then took no more photographs due to my hunger for moist, succulent chicken. I have no problem with the word moist, as it just makes me think of tasty things I'd like to eat.
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