beer butt chicken

I made this dish last summer and Jake must’ve eaten half of the chicken. He’s been asking about it ever since, so since the weather finally got a little warmer this week, I put it on the menu. He enjoyed it just as much this time as the first. Jake’s not what I’d call a picky eater, but he doesn’t usually eat with as much gusto as when he’s eating beer butt chicken. I have a theory about this–it all goes back to the name of the recipe. I don’t think dinner would’ve been half as interesting to him had it been called something like “Grilled Beer Basted Chicken”. That just doesn’t sound exciting. So, I think I need to pull a Calvin’s mom on him and start naming the recipes something that would appeal to a six year old. Perhaps I will pull a recipe from the Calvin & Hobbes file and make stewed monkey heads soon.