Chicken Dinner

What's it called when you have a party and the guest of honor doesn't show up?

I don't have an oven at home. This means I can never bake anything, which is a pity because I want to make my own chicken. I learned this sweet style which involves standing a whole chicken on its legs (or stubs as the case may be) by inserting a mason jar in its butt. The jar can have a bit of liquid such as beer or cooking wine along with slices of apple or lemons or garlic or spices or whatever the hell you want in it. During the baking process the concoction within the jar steams up and fumigates the beast with its essences making for a delectable feast. One more problem, I can't for the life of me find a mason jar in this bloody town.

I've been asking my teacher friend Joy if I can use her oven for a roasting. I gave her no specific time, waiting to find a proper bird and said jar. However another teacher friend, Jeff, finished his contracts and it was deemed appropriate to throw a party on his behalf. So we went forward with plans to have a roast feast. I scrambled to find an alternative recipe as the jars could not be located. We organized the food, the guest list, the time and date. I got to Joys place early to prepare. Everything was in order. No Jeff.

What a jerk. I still haven't heard from him, probably never will now. Oh well. His loss, not mine. We had a delightful dinner without him. New teachers Dave and Brent joined us at Joy and Eric's stately apartment, seriously one of the nicest homes I've ever been in here or otherwise. It was very hospitable. We sprawled on luxuriant leather couches and watched The Dark Knight on a very wide flatscreen TV. Afterwards we had our dinner at what felt like a corporate boardroom of a dinner table. I felt very powerful.

I took some chicken home and have been eating leftovers since. Tastes a bit like thanksgiving. Thanx Joy and Eric, you did it up right. Screw you Jeff.