My stepmother Marie would be stomping up and down if she could hear y'all say you thought this sauce recipe had its roots in North Carolina cooking, and
particularly North Carolina BBQ ... she was from Italy, spent her formative and young-adult years in New York City, then moved to Birmingham, Alabama, which she always felt was "home." I am chuckling because we used to have heated "discussions" over which state had the better barbecue -- Alabama or N.C. You can probably guess which side of the line I fell on ...
I did add some molasses to the sauce, and my husband wanting to know what smelled so good while it was simmering. So we shall see what comes of this!
Any suggestions on how to improve the entire recipe are quite welcome; I won't do the actual cooking until early Saturday afternoon. I've printed it below (I typed it out from the handwritten copy I had). I'm a little concerned that the skin will not be tasty with the method outlined below, and the cooking time might also be too long for today's chickens. Thoughts?
Special note to GWiv: I know, the best/tastiest way to do this would be to cook the birds on the grill, but it's not an option tomorrow.
Thanks, everyone!
Sharon
Baked Barbecue Chicken
(Recipe from Marie Darling)
Ingredients:
2 fryers – cut in quarters
3 medium onions – sliced thinly
Salt and Pepper
Procedure:
Arrange chicken in a single layer – skin-side up – in a roasting pan.
Sprinkle generously with salt and pepper.
Pour in enough hot water to cover bottom of pan – no more.
Add sliced onions – tuck some under the wings and legs.
Bake at 350 degrees for 30 minutes.
Remove from oven and turn chicken pieces over.
Return to oven and bake another 30 minutes.
When fryers have baked for 1 hour, remove from oven and pour off all but ¾ cup of the liquid in the bottom of the pan. Turn fryers skin-side up and pour barbecue sauce over all.
Return fryers to oven; bake 1 hour longer or until a fork can be inserted easily into the leg part of each piece. During the last hour of baking, baste frequently with the sauce in the pan.
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