One of my favorite things to buy at the market in Italy is the pollo arrosto, or roasted chicken.
Simply prepared and cooked on a rotating spit, it’s always crispy and delicious.
So yesterday, when the weather service issued a warning for Chicago, I thought, why not roast a chicken? Since I didn’t have a rotating spit, I decided to spatchcock my chicken, aka butterfly it.
I dressed it with a bit of olive oil and a bunch of herbs and put it on a v-shaped rack so that the entire chicken rested above the pan. I surrounded it with chopped onions, sweet potatoes, carrots, and green peppers, then let the whole thing sit uncovered in the frig for a few hours, supposedly to produce a crispier skin.
At 5pm, it went into a 325° oven and roasted slowly for two hours.
We kind of guessed from the wonderful aroma that filled the house that we were in for a treat, and yes, in fact, we were. Buon appetito!
Makes one almost wish it might snow again soon.
Ciao,
Judy