Bootlipkiller wrote: all the mallards I killed today had boners do to my epic calling.
3legged_lab wrote:Do you throw away the skin?
I'm being serious, I see pin feathers still on the one.
AKPirate wrote:The sins of Boot and Gaddy are causing the Cali drought and knowing they have no limits to their depravity... :mrgreen:
3legged_lab wrote:Do you throw away the skin?
I'm being serious, I see pin feathers still on the one.
Tiler_J wrote:So, I am new to the rotisserie cooker, but got some advice from a friend and wanted to share. First off you will need a rotisserie, I have a Ronco "as seen on TV" rotisserie, looks like they are around $100.00. Once you get this, you will have completed the most difficult part of this way of cooking ducks.
assateague wrote:I will say this- I love rotisserie birds. And I'm not an "overly cautious" sort of guy. But my buddy damn near burned down his cabin with that exact same rotisserie when we were up in the mountains trout fishing. We came back, and that fucker had burst into flames probably 20 seconds before we walked in the door. I mean BURST INTO FLAMES. Not "smoking", not "getting hot", but a 3 foot sheet of flame coming out of the area on the counter where the device and turkey breasts had been. Set it and forget it my ass. I'll never own one. But that's just me.
Bootlipkiller wrote: all the mallards I killed today had boners do to my epic calling.
assateague wrote:I will say this- I love rotisserie birds. And I'm not an "overly cautious" sort of guy. But my buddy damn near burned down his cabin with that exact same rotisserie when we were up in the mountains trout fishing. We came back, and that fucker had burst into flames probably 20 seconds before we walked in the door. I mean BURST INTO FLAMES. Not "smoking", not "getting hot", but a 3 foot sheet of flame coming out of the area on the counter where the device and turkey breasts had been. Set it and forget it my ass. I'll never own one. But that's just me.
AKPirate wrote:The sins of Boot and Gaddy are causing the Cali drought and knowing they have no limits to their depravity... :mrgreen:
3legged_lab wrote:assateague wrote:I will say this- I love rotisserie birds. And I'm not an "overly cautious" sort of guy. But my buddy damn near burned down his cabin with that exact same rotisserie when we were up in the mountains trout fishing. We came back, and that fucker had burst into flames probably 20 seconds before we walked in the door. I mean BURST INTO FLAMES. Not "smoking", not "getting hot", but a 3 foot sheet of flame coming out of the area on the counter where the device and turkey breasts had been. Set it and forget it my ass. I'll never own one. But that's just me.
Yet you'll build an arc welder out of an old fucking microwave!
Bootlipkiller wrote:assateague wrote:I will say this- I love rotisserie birds. And I'm not an "overly cautious" sort of guy. But my buddy damn near burned down his cabin with that exact same rotisserie when we were up in the mountains trout fishing. We came back, and that fucker had burst into flames probably 20 seconds before we walked in the door. I mean BURST INTO FLAMES. Not "smoking", not "getting hot", but a 3 foot sheet of flame coming out of the area on the counter where the device and turkey breasts had been. Set it and forget it my ass. I'll never own one. But that's just me.
Maybe he should have cleaned it first.
Sent from an undisclosed location on the river
3legged_lab wrote:assateague wrote:I will say this- I love rotisserie birds. And I'm not an "overly cautious" sort of guy. But my buddy damn near burned down his cabin with that exact same rotisserie when we were up in the mountains trout fishing. We came back, and that fucker had burst into flames probably 20 seconds before we walked in the door. I mean BURST INTO FLAMES. Not "smoking", not "getting hot", but a 3 foot sheet of flame coming out of the area on the counter where the device and turkey breasts had been. Set it and forget it my ass. I'll never own one. But that's just me.
Yet you'll build an arc welder out of an old fucking microwave!
assateague wrote:Bootlipkiller wrote:assateague wrote:I will say this- I love rotisserie birds. And I'm not an "overly cautious" sort of guy. But my buddy damn near burned down his cabin with that exact same rotisserie when we were up in the mountains trout fishing. We came back, and that fucker had burst into flames probably 20 seconds before we walked in the door. I mean BURST INTO FLAMES. Not "smoking", not "getting hot", but a 3 foot sheet of flame coming out of the area on the counter where the device and turkey breasts had been. Set it and forget it my ass. I'll never own one. But that's just me.
Maybe he should have cleaned it first.
Sent from an undisclosed location on the river
It was brand new, right out of the box. Unpacked it that morning after breakfast before heading out fishing. Although we were hungover, so I suppose its possible we may have substituted fuel oil for the cajun injection.
Or it was like what's his name's gun, and was full of packing grease.
AKPirate wrote:The sins of Boot and Gaddy are causing the Cali drought and knowing they have no limits to their depravity... :mrgreen:
assateague wrote:Bootlipkiller wrote:assateague wrote:I will say this- I love rotisserie birds. And I'm not an "overly cautious" sort of guy. But my buddy damn near burned down his cabin with that exact same rotisserie when we were up in the mountains trout fishing. We came back, and that fucker had burst into flames probably 20 seconds before we walked in the door. I mean BURST INTO FLAMES. Not "smoking", not "getting hot", but a 3 foot sheet of flame coming out of the area on the counter where the device and turkey breasts had been. Set it and forget it my ass. I'll never own one. But that's just me.
Maybe he should have cleaned it first.
Sent from an undisclosed location on the river
It was brand new, right out of the box. Unpacked it that morning after breakfast before heading out fishing. Although we were hungover, so I suppose its possible we may have substituted fuel oil for the cajun injection.
Or it was like what's his name's gun, and was full of packing grease.
Bootlipkiller wrote: all the mallards I killed today had boners do to my epic calling.
have you ever seen escanaba in da moonlight? Cause that's how I'm visualizing thisassateague wrote:I will say this- I love rotisserie birds. And I'm not an "overly cautious" sort of guy. But my buddy damn near burned down his cabin with that exact same rotisserie when we were up in the mountains trout fishing. We came back, and that fucker had burst into flames probably 20 seconds before we walked in the door. I mean BURST INTO FLAMES. Not "smoking", not "getting hot", but a 3 foot sheet of flame coming out of the area on the counter where the device and turkey breasts had been. Set it and forget it my ass. I'll never own one. But that's just me.
jehler wrote:have you ever seen escanaba in da moonlight? Cause that's how I'm visualizing this
assateague wrote:jehler wrote:have you ever seen escanaba in da moonlight? Cause that's how I'm visualizing this
No I haven't. It was a great time, in retrospect, though.
It went something like this. (remember, we were very hungry and hungover)
Buddy: "Motherfucker. MOTHERFUCKER. GODDAMMIT I'M FUCKING HUNGRY"
Buddy's dad: (grumbling while grabbing a towel from the front porch) "Good fucking idea Steve, at least we didn't use the grill like EVERY OTHER FUCKING TIME WE COME UP HERE"
Me: (chuckling, standing half in door, half on porch, trying to light cigarette while being jostled)
Other Buddy: "Just put it out"
Buddy: "Fuck you Tom, I'm trying to"
Other Buddy: (throws empty frying pan, which was hanging on a hook in the wall, at the blaze) "You're not doing shit but looking at it".
Buddy's dad: "TOM KNOCK IT THE FUCK OFF" (while trying to put a towel over the fire, which is pretty much smaller than the fire by a factor of about 3)
Me: (cigarette lit, move into living room half, and sit on coffee table, still chuckling)
Other Buddy: (grabs quilt off of one of the bunks) "Move. That fucking towel is too small" (drops quilt on fire and proceeds to beat the hell out of quilt/counter area)
Buddy: (now yelling at his dad over the "should've used the grill" comment)
Buddy's dad: (arguing back, as they both claim that neither one wanted to bring the rotisserie, which everyone in the room knows is bullshit)
Other buddy: (walks quickly out front door and throws quilt and smoking heap of rotisserie in front yard area, kicks over to the hand pump, and begins pumping water on it, although nobody is very sure why he's doing that at this stage in the game)
Me: (Have now found a leftover cup of cold coffee on an end table to enjoy with my smoke)
Buddy's dad's friend who wasn't drinking the night before: (walks into cabin) "Oh, Jesus Christ, open the fucking windows. What did you guys do?"
Buddy: "The stupid rotisserie my dad wanted to cook in burned the cabin down"
Buddy's dad: "Shut up with your bullshit, I said use the grill"
Me: "The cabin's not burned down"
Then it just degenerated into ome grumbling and shuffling around to find something to eat, then we took a nap, woke up,m went fishing some more while sipping brandy, came back to the cabin, cooked some trout (on the grill), and started drinking bourbon playing cards again. We've all been friends for about 25 years, and it's good times. I love those trips but that's why I can only go up there about once a year. It's hard on the psyche.
huntall6 wrote:MT is right.
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