It's hard to believe that the last time I blogged, I was sitting behind a computer practically nine months pregnant..probably complaining about something or other. The blog took a hit because I've had my hands full! It's hard to believe that exactly one month ago Mr. Allan and I were sitting in the hospital tapping our feet at the induction that didn't go according to plan and anxiously awaiting the arrival of our little girl.

To make a long story short..because I can never tell a story briefly...after being in the hospital for 20 hours with induction techniques not working in our favor, Mr. Allan and I were waiting to be transferred to labor and delivery to start fun IV drugs like pitocin to get this baby out of me. Well, labor and delivery was backed up for hours and hours. We were going to be transferred at 5am, then 8, then 10, then it was noon or 1. Come 3:30pm, Mr. Allan was hungry and went to get food. I was resting..mostly because we were bored out of our minds, had done a million laps around the hospital at that point, watched all our netflix dvds, and got to the point where Mr. Allan started downloading free games on his phone. About 15 minutes later, I went into labor on my own....it was like a bat out of hell with contractions painfully two minutes apart. I cried (I didn't think I was that big of a wimp, but man...they hurt), Mr. Allan ran to get a nurse, and low and behold..labor and delivery suddenly had a room for us. Good thing..because baby was here about 3 hours later!

Our daughter, Hadley, was born on November 17. I always swore I wouldn't share these delivery room shots..but I'm sure I'll be eating a lot stuff I swore I would never do....plus my kiddo is too cute not to share!

Life hasn't been quite the same. I'd like to thank all my friends who gave me tips about pregnancy, labor etc. I was told what to pack in the hospital bag and fun stuff like that. But, man...I feel like I could write a novel on the sh*t no one told me about labor, delivery, and recovery. Recovery was tough! I'll save my husband the embarrassment of publishing the stuff I've been talking about on my blog. I've just come to the conclusion that no one tells you the nitty gritty details about why exactly you should invest in a jumbo sized bottle of witch hazel and what a sitz bath is.

But..as everyone tells you..it's worth it. Things get easier every day. You learn something new about how to handle something everyday. It's so crazy to think that a month has already gone by. We're at the point where our once little 7lb baby is now outgrowing her newborn clothes, holding her head up for 20-30 seconds at a time. She can focus her eyes and recognizes my voice..probably because she associates it with dinnertime. It's been so fun to see her grow and to see her capture her daddy's heart. While I could do without the fussy fits at 2, 3, and 4am..she's worth the sleepless nights!

Happy one month to our Hadley! (I have no clue how people get their kids to sit up for these cute photo ops....)

 so we had to do one on the changing table as well

 and lastly...Hadley decided to celebrate the one month mark with her most monumental blow out yet...of course she decided to poo out the back of her diaper and up her back when her pops was out getting his haircut...fair to say I think this onesie is done!

The Countdown is on....

T - 7 days until Baby Allan's due date. It's been a crazy last few months. I've been doing well and, health wise, I've been pretty much sailing through this pregnancy. I like to think that staying active, exercising, and eating right helped me along with that. I tried hard to not indulge too much since gaining weight during this time was inevitable! I tried to keep up with my lifestyle pre-pregnancy as best as I could. But, come 35-36 weeks, I definitely felt myself slow down. Couple that with some major house renovations, and I've been one tired momma to be these past two weeks!

Our renovations are done. We're sporting a beautiful, new (big too!) bathroom and new hardwood floors throughout our house. Last weekend was operation put the furniture back in the house! We were also finally able to start a nursery and unpack all the wonderful shower gifts we received. While we still have a to-do list that's pretty long, hopefully we can tackle it this weekend since Hurricane Sandy left us without power and water for most of this week...putting quite the wrinkle in our plans to tie up loose ends! So, hopefully this little lady stays put for a few more days!

Here's my 39 week bump in our new bathroom this morning...feeling a little tired since this little lady is quite an active baby and prevents me from sleeping for more than an hour or two at a time! hopefully they'll be nursery pictures to share before she makes her grand appearance!



I received this card over the weekend and it about sums up how I've been feeling lately. Less than 8 weeks to go, the house is under major rennovation and my husband has been in California on business for the past week...so with all that...this summed it up perfectly.

On Wednesday, I celebrated my 34th birthday!

and a happy birthday it was. I love my birthday and as I get older, it's tougher to carve out time and make it a day of celebration. This year, I had to work. No time off since any day off is one less day of maternity leave! A lot of people asked me how I felt turning 34. The answer..pretty damn good. I'm not one to shy away from age, instead I like to look at all I've accomplished from one year to the next. I have a husband I adore. He's my true partner in every sense. We have a nice balanced relationship where neither one of us wears the pants in the relationship or  solely makes the calls. At the center or this relationship is just a great mutual respect for one another that keeps it going and nurtures it every day. We own a house that we're slowly making into a home. Sure, it might not be the biggest, best and fanciest house, but it's ours. We worked to save for it and work to keep it up and improve it. We're not ones to "keep up with Jones" and appreciate what we have, because, again, no one gave it to us and we worked for it.

Aside from all that stuff, this past year is obviously exciting since we're waiting for Baby Allan to arrive. I've had a pretty good pregnancy so far (29 weeks tomorrow...ahhh where is time going??). I've been able to maintain an active lifestyle and haven't been sidelined by too much. It's just been such an experience to see both my husband and myself transformed by this little baby growing inside of me. From the way he rests his head on my belly every night to the conversations about what she'll be like or who she'll look like to the way our families have come together to introduce this little girl to the world and help us prepare...overall it's been a pretty amazing experience. I know what great aunts our sisters will be, what amazing grandparents our parents will be and, most of all, I feel so incredibly lucky because I know what a hands on, caring, loving, father my husband will be. I also think I won't be too shabby in the mom department as well!

So, as I look at the journey I took from 33 to 34, I look back with a sense of accomplishment and a great deal of excitement because I know that 34 will be the most transformative and amazing year yet.

And..because we all love a bump picture and because I feel like I'm growing exponentially every week...my birthday bump at almost 29 weeks!

Tortellini with Fresh Tomatoes and Corn and some other recipes using Fresh Tomatoes!

It's that time of year...where we are absolutely drowning in tomatoes. We're actually quite excited about it since our little 4 foot by 20 foot garden took a back seat this year. The weather's been weird for the past month..it's either raining cats and dogs or so humid out I can't even bear the thought of drying my hair only to have it poof out all weird an hour later. We've have some bigger things going on and I just didn't get to put the time and effort into the garden that I normally do. That, coupled with the effort to not use any type of chemicals and pesticides...the garden took a bit of a hit...it might look a little sad, but it's been producing a decent amount! I think we picked over 10 lbs of tomatoes in the past 2 weeks...so it was off to my friend Mr. Google to find some new recipes...

I picked this on Saturday alone!

This recipe from Southern Living caught my eye..I wanted some recipes that I could use freshly cut up tomatoes in vs. cooking them down to make a sauce etc. This was relatively easy to make and I love using fresh seasonal things like corn and scallions. I initially thought that recipes from Southern Living would involve deep frying my tomatoes..but was pleasantly surprised to see that this wasn't that bad nutrition wise!

Here's what dinner..aka Tortellini with fresh tomatoes and fresh corn in a lemon parmesan vinaigrette looked like last night...

Tortellini with Fresh Tomatoes and Corn
from Southern Living

Two 9oz packages of refrigerated tortellini
1/2 cup olive oil
1/2 cup freshly grated Parmesan Cheese
3 Tbsp of freshly squeezed lemon juice (juice of 1 lemon)
2 garlic cloves
1 tsp Worcestershire sauce
1/2 tsp salt
2 cups of any type of tomatoes, chopped
1 cup fresh corn kernels
1/2 cup sliced scallions
1/2 cup coarsely chopped basil
salt and pepper to taste

Cook tortellini according to package directions. In a food processor, pulse together olive oil, cheese, lemon juice, garlic, Worcestershire, and salt. . Toss vinaigrette with tomatoes, corn, scallions. Once tortellini is done, drain and add to the mixture. Top with chopped basil and season, if necessary, with salt and pepper.

Some other recipes I love for this time of year....

Fresh Tomatoe Sauce by Smitten Kitchen. Super easy and a nice chunky sauce that I make every year.

Cherry Tomato and Basil Pasta from Food Network's Elie Krieger...so easy to make and a great way to use up cherry tomatoes!

Enjoy!

The Snoogle, Snookie, Slanket, Snuggie

Its been a rough week in the Allan household. Maybe rough is a mild way to put if you ask my husband. I've been pretty level headed and calm this pregnancy. No weird freak outs..ok, maybe one or two, no crying fits, and no hormonal breakdowns..I really hesitate to even write that...just a note..just like you should never slide in that comment that a woman is in a bad mood because "it's that time of month"...when a pregnant lady is in a bad mood..don't blame it on hormones. It's probably something you did to piss off any person..pregnant or not.

But..the tides turned this week in my house. I think it started off with a small growth spurt. the picture on the right is my work bathroom portrait last week...the picture on the left is my work bathroom portrait from this week.

I guess when people ask me when it is I "popped"..the answer will be during my 27th week. With this emergence of a definite bump came lots of growing pains. With the growing pains came lots of problems sleeping. I kind of miss the 1st trimester flat out exhaustion where I'm so tired I can barely keep my eyes open and passed out on the couch before dinner every night. Now, I've been exhausted but just can't get comfortable. It starts with my hips aching so bad they literally start to sting and burn. When I adjust, my back starts to ache, then I toss and turn and toss and turn a few more times. Add at least 2 bathroom breaks a night...and you have one exhausted momma to be. People like to tell me..it's just preparing you for when baby gets here. While that may be true, when I'm this dead tired, it's the last thing you want to hear.

Couple that with my precious Elchim professional hair dryer breaking on me one morning. That, along with the lack of sleep, sent me into atomic meltdown mode. Poor Mr. Allan didn't know what to do..I think he may have promised me a new hair dryer made of gold to get me to calm down! So, after rising between 4 and 5 am every morning, watching so much of my early local news morning show that my Facebook statuses at 5am began to critique the weather lady's outfits and hairstyles..it was time to take action.

I didn't want to go here...I was dead set against the enormous $70 pregnancy pillows. 1) they're huge. We have a queen bed. We're both pretty decently sized people at almost 5'8 and 6'2. We sleep with 3 cats. I was convinced there was no room for this 3rd party in my bed every night. 2) They're so overpriced as they're geared towards the sleepless pregnant ladies who will probably pay $100 a night for a good night's sleep. This is coming from the lady who just spend $150 on a new hairdryer...so I'm not sure why I was having such an issue with $70 for a pillow.

But, I succumbed. After a week of crappy sleep, the Snoogle came into our lives.

When I got into bed with my new friend Snoogle, Mr. Allan cracked up and called it the Snookie. Then he decided it should be called the Snoodle because it looks like a noodle. He had me in tears when he asked if I was going to wear a Slanket or Snuggie with the Snookie once the cold weather got here.   It was somewhat awkwardly shaped, it did take up a lot of room, the cats did have to readjust, and my husband knows if the Snoogle is in bed with us there's no way with all that stuffing between us that he'll ever be able to touch me again.   On the bright side...one of my cats just slept on the Snoogle with me making a little extra wiggle room and I'm in the best mood I've been in all week because I slept for at least 5 hours straight last night. I need to kick the almond milk and ovaltine craving and did learn that having it at 9pm results in at least 3 trips to the bathroom during the night.   So, Snoogle...you were worth the wretched $70. I hate you but love you all at the same time.

It's kind of funny how my little tortie cat, Reese, knew I was pregnant before I even did. She's always been snuggly but as soon as the Baby Allan started cooking, Reese took to sleeping on my belly immediately. She takes her belly protecting pretty seriously. Now that I can no longer sleep on my back, she's made accommodations to do it every morning after I get out of the shower..even if it is only for 10 minutes or so while we catch the weather or a couple minutes of the Today Show.

These past couple weeks I've gone from looking like I ate a big lunch to now looking like I'm smuggling a cantaloupe under my shirt..so she's made some adjustments to sit on my lap and rest her head on my belly...or as we call it..giving her little sister a hug.

I love planning the weekly menu around what comes out of the garden..it might not be the best year for our little garden since we've got some other stuff going on...but it's always so rewarding to eat the food that you grow!

Time is starting to fly....

this weekend I'll hit the 26 week mark. I always wondered why pregnant ladies could never say I'm 6 months pregnant and instead use this "week speak" and make me do the oh so difficult math in my head. Now, I completely understand. I'm chalking off each week like it's a mini milestone. First there was the all important 12 week mark where we could come out to the public, then the 20 week half way mark, and we just surpassed the 24 week mark..the all important viability milestone.

I look back and it blows my mind that Mr. Allan and I found out about this little miracle on leap day...all the way back in February! It's crazy how all of sudden time just starts flying by!

Here's the 25 1/2 week almost 26 week self portrait in my workplace bathroom mirror. I really wish I was one of those girls who had a knack for these bathroom pics..obviously I'm not!

So what's the down and dirty on the first 26 or so weeks? Not too much has surprised me so far...I think I've been  a pretty good pregnant wife not driving my husband too insane just yet. Sure, there are mornings I wake up extremely cranky because a little someone was practicing ninja kicks on my bladder until 4am or my hips are aching so much from side sleeping that they burn and sting. I just try and put a positive twist on things and rationalize that the end result will be worth it. I think I've been a trooper..managing to not roll into bed at 8pm every night and still keep up with our normal lives and schedules. I'm sure it will come to a screeching halt sooner or later..you can ask once I'm the size of the good year blimp in my 9th month!

I find that the two most frequent questions I'm getting are 1) What's her name and 2) how's the nursery...that's after the obligatory polite how are you feeling one. We don't have a name yet. I think it's because that question is asked so often. Mr. Allan and I are putting off this epic battle over naming our child. He thinks it'll just come to us one day, I think he'll give in and just go with something I throw out one of these days. I also think we're delaying this and making it game time decision because some people are dying to know and we don't want to share the name before she's born. So, by not picking it, we don't have to hide it!

When it comes to the nursery...I've really surprised myself. I have a Type A personality planner streak to me. I like to start planning the Thanksgiving menu in October and packing for vacation a month ahead of time. So, I figured I'd be a huge nightmare when it came to designing and creating a nursery.I thought I'd have it set up before I hit the 6 month mark. Right now we have a bureau, a pack of diapers, 4 onesies, a bath book, and a chandelier. I'm not sure what we're waiting for considering the list of to-do's is quite long and includes new flooring, painting ceiling, walls and trim, buying a crib, buying a chair, and emptying out the room, which has primarily been used as my dressing room and closet. I'm quite shocked at the absolute lack of urgency I've had and I'm sure my husband is enjoying the fact that I'm not down his throat to do a million things. Maybe there's a little bit of denial going on that life is about to change forever..or maybe it's just that we're trying to enjoy the summertime!

So, while I'm excited to see these last 3 months fly by...at the same time I feel like I need some more time to prepare. But, I have a funny feeling that there's no amount of time to prepare either one of us for what's in store!

Vacation. It always seems to fly by. I love the anticipation of a trip to somewhere new, but I also love the ones where you go back to the same place over and over again and have the little things that you absolutely love to do. This vacation was one of those. It was a little bittersweet when we thought that this is the last time we'll be on vacation where it's just the two of us with no baby in tow. But, with all the excitement of a little baby joining us soon, all we could really think about is the fun we'll have next summer when she comes along. Mr. Allan and I have been going to Martha's Vineyard almost every single summer since we've met. The trip has maybe changed a little in where we stay and who we go with, but every summer we go and have our little traditions of what to see, where to go and what to eat. I cherish this trip and look forward to it so much because it's something we've shared together all these years and we know we'll share with our little family as it begins to grow.

Some of my favorite things....taking that refreshing shower after a long day at the beach when you drive home full of sand and sunblock, eating Mad Martha's ice cream as many times as I can fit into a week, sunset fresh seafood dinners on the beach in Menemsha, breakfast on the porch of the Chilmark General Store, the annual trip to Chilmark Chocolates and the feat that goes into not letting them melt and not eating them all on the ride home, watching everyone jump off the bridge at State Beach, walking the beach at Moshup beach, and I could go on and on. Hands down my absolute favorite times of this particular trip..spending an uninterrupted week with Mr. Allan..no work, no travel, no everyday distractions and this year..having my sisters and company in tow as well.

Here are some pics (courtesy my sis) to share so you can see why we love it so much

How to tell the Allans are getting ready for vacation

when my labor of love project for the husband while he's away on business this week includes...

cutting over 200 pieces of yellow yarn...

so he makes the sexiest Viking on Martha's Vineyard

We're gearing up for a week away on Martha's Vineyard with 30 or so of our friends..an annual trip that I've taken with Mr. Allan almost every year since I've met him. I'm excited to include some new people this year and not so excited that I can't consume lots of alcoholic beverages on the beach this year...this little girl better be a cutie worth all these sacrifices :)

Gender Reveal Party....It's A.....

This past weekend we had our parents and siblings over for a little Father's Day BBQ/ Find out Baby Allan's Gender Party. I kept hearing more and more about gender reveal parties..I'm guessing they're all the rage nowadays and I decided to hop on the bandwagon. Our reason for having one was mostly based on the fact that the majority of our family doesn't live close by. I don't have the luxury of asking my mom to tag along for an appointment and sometimes a month or two goes by without either of us seeing our parents. So, we figured it would be a fun way for our immediate family to share in a very exciting moment with us! I know some people kind of side eye the idea of parties like this. If I invited the world, sent out invitations, and made this huge spectacle out of it, you'd have my permission to side eye. But, with only our immediate family there..we figured we could have a little fun with it! I'd also like to give a big shout out to myself and Mr. Allan...because it was quite the Herculean effort to know that we could have found out the sex a week before the actual little soiree at our house. I'm quite proud of us and pat myself on the back for not ripping open that envelope!

First up...our little table scape...You might think I'm super creative...but I completely stole a couple of these ideas courtesy of the lovely website Pinterest! We had cake pops, blue and pink chocolate covered strawberries, pretzels, and specially themed Hershey bars.

My home made cake pops..I'd love to know the secret of getting them perfectly round and not having them shaped like meatballs.

Hershey bars...colored in the He and She with some Sharpies!

This one was on my favorite projects. I grabbed these mini chalkboards at AC Moore, painted them with some acrylic paints, and then glued our own Scrabble tiles on with a hot glue gun. The glue flicked right off afterwards, so our Scrabble game was salvageable! All our guests had to cast their vote on what Baby Allan would be!

The cake...it took a bit of explaining...but the Pastry Gourmet (located In Cumberland, RI and Wickford, RI) came through for us! They managed to not ruin the surprise by just looking at it and it was beyond good sugary bakery cake..my favorite kind!

Moving the party outside....

I hope our little girl doesn't hold this against me. I wore blue to represent my guess...and as you can see it, my vote was BOY! Mr. Allan and I were completely convinced we were having a boy...to the point where we referred to the baby as "he" and "Junior" and were only discussing boy names.

So you can imagine how flabbergasted we were to cut into that cake and see PINK frosting on the inside!!!

We had to yank out a piece, blink and rub our eyes, and then it started to settle in...

Not that we didn't trust the bakery...but the next step was to rip open the envelope from my doctor's office!

the proud parents to be...

Overall, this was such a great afternoon! I hope our families enjoyed it as much as we did! I was excited that all the little touches came together and that everyone really got into it!

Just a shout out to my sister who launched the contest for who Baby Allan's favorite aunt will be with this..

and I must say my mom got Mr. Allan a pretty funny Father's Day gift...

It's been a couple days and I think the idea of a little girl is finally starting to sink in a bit! I'm one of 3 girls..so girls is all I know..and I have no doubt that this little one will be a Daddy's girl all the way!

Time to Place Your Bets!

I have determined that I have willpower made of steel. On Monday we had an ultrasound or as the kids are calling it nowadays...the big anatomy scan..aka the ultrasound where they can tell you if you're baking a boy baby or a girl baby. Mr. Allan and I decided to find out the sex of Baby Allan. It's funny how many "Team Green" people felt the need to send me messages on Facebook urging me to not find out and how it's one of life's only true surprises. I actually think 2 separate messages contained that cheesy line. I reasoned it out that 1) I'm a mad crazy planner 2) I'm easily the most impatient person on Earth 3) I don't want a child doused in ducks, monkeys, yellow and green and 4) parenthood, for us, is going to be life's biggest surprise.

Baby Allan's sex was sealed in an envelope. As soon as we got into Mr. Allan's car I immediately turned to my husband and said..let's open it..no one will know! He promptly locked in his glove compartment.

right before it was locked away...the all important envelope

Our grand master plan..all of our parents and our siblings are coming over for a BBQ on Father's Day. We decided to make it a big reveal and to share the surprise unveiling then. The true test of discipline, will power and strength...Mr. Allan went out of town on business on Tuesday. He had to hand over the envelope to me since our grand master plan included having a cake made by the local bakery with either a blue or pink center. Since he knows I'm a super sleuth, he took the sealed envelope, folded it in half and sealed it in a new envelope.

On Tuesday, I headed to the bakery. It took me a good 20 minutes to explain what we were looking to do. At first, I thought they grasped the concept...but then they asked if I wanted the cake to say "It's a Boy" or "It's a Girl." I explained that the surprise would be revealed when we cut into the cake..hence a blue or pink cake inside. They seemed to get it and then asked me if the decorations on the cake should coordinate with what color cake they would make. I wanted to yell..No Dummies! I don't want to open the box and know.I want to cut into the cake and find out. So, we decided the fool proof way they couldn't screw it up...to make the cake decorated in both pink and blue frosting with generic weird baby like decorations all over it. We'll see if the plan works on Sunday morning. If you hear screaming sobs all the way from RI because the surprise is completely ruined after I open the cake box and see a blue cake that says "It's a Boy!," the bakery didn't get my idea. I'm already braced to have them immediately shred the order slip for fear that I will see BLUE or PINK cake on it as well! The biggest kicker of all...the manager of the bakery then took my secret envelope, walked about 20 feet from me and OPENED it! I heard her giggle and it took everything in me not to hurdle the counter and grab the opened envelope from her hands and read it myself. She then walks over and hands ME the open envelope. I kindly asked her to duct tape that shit back together before giving it back to me. I had to run to my car and find the most secure place in there to put it. So, the secret envelope is now zippered safely into my Toyota Corolla owner's manual pouch. I have proudly not found any reason to go into my glove compartment since!

So, we're T - 48 hours or so from finding out. The anticipation is killing me. I must admit, I've been thinking about it all week long...to the point where I even had my first weird pregnancy dream. I dreamt that I went to pick up the cake and the bakery decided to be nice and attach a huge bunch of pink balloons to the cake box. Sure enough, when we sliced into the cake...the inside was pink and it was determined that Baby Allan was a girl. After all our family left, I got ready for bed. My doorbell rang. I answered the door to find the old school rapper, MC Hammer, standing there. He whipped out a gun and shot me in the arm. I woke up gasping and out of breath since I was the victim of a gunshot wound and the stupid dream was so vivid. On the bright side..here's hoping that my dream was right about the sex...and that MC Hammer, if he does come to the BBQ, comes unarmed.

Before you wager your bets and take your guess..here's what's baking....

and..even though the most common comment I'm still getting is ..you don't even look pregnant never mind almost 5 months (by the way..commenting on how pregnant someone does or doesn't look or asking them how much weight they have or haven't gained..never a smart idea folks!). Here's my 19 week bump..yes, it's there and yes, the only pictures I can take of myself are usually in our poorly lit work bathroom.

Tune in Monday :)

Beer Butt Chicken

I've been wanting to try this method of cooking a chicken for quite some time. We participate in a meat CSA through a local farm and my husband's favorite item is hands down the little roasting chickens. They're hard to cook during the summer months..the last thing I want to do is turn on an oven at 400 degrees. So, I thought we'd give this method a whirl....

It was pretty simple. I washed the chicken, rubbed it with a little olive oil, and sprinkled him with salt and pepper. I took a can of beer...Mr. Allan's choice this weekend to accompany him during his yard work was Bud Light Lime. We emptied, aka Mr. Allan drank, half of the beer. We took the half full can of Bud Light and sat the chicken right on it. I let the grill heat up. We have a 3 burner gas grill. Most tips I read about cooking the chicken this way advised to not sit it on direct heat. I had the furthest burner on a higher temp and the chicken was placed over a burner that was not on..our version of "indirect heat"

I left the chicken on the grill undisturbed for 1 hour. At the hour mark, we took a peek and let him cook for an additional 30 minutes. This was the chicken after the full cooking time.

I was really surprised by this. It was so easy to cook the chicken this way and the end result was an extremely moist chicken with a nice crisp skin. Usually I make the husband carve the chicken so I don't have to eat it off the bone..lucky for me he's a former Kenny Roger's Roasters employee and can carve a mean chicken...but, he just cut into quarters and it was excellent!

Beer Butt Chicken

4-5 lbs roasting chicken

Olive oil

Salt and pepper

1 half full can of beer..any will do

Directions

 Pre heat one burner of a gas grill. If you're using a charcoal grill, have the heated charcoal on one side of the grill.

Rinse chicken. Rub with olive oil and season with salt and pepper.

Take 1 beer can that is half full of beer. Place the beer can in the cavity of the chicken..aka sit the chicken on the beer can. Place on the unheated side of the grill. Cook for 1 1/2 hours.

After 1 1/2 hours, either check the temp or cut into the chicken to make sure the juices run clear.



Someone wasn't happy this morning that her pops is going away on business today...so she protested as best as she could...