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Show My husband is like a broken record. Two weeks after a neighborhood neigh-borhood patio party, he was still raving about the barbecued chicken. Since we have no patio, not to mention an outdoor fireplace, 1 began to tire of this refrain. Then the light dawned. Of all things. I had xorgoiien the rotisserie on my Estate pas range! What with a barbecue meat oven for large cuts of meat, I'd never gotten got-ten around to trying tne revolving spu ior smaller cuts. This morning I checked the instruction book and the Whirl-, pool people had made the directions direc-tions so simple, I rushed right out and bought a couple of small chickens. Then I called my neighbor neigh-bor for her barbecue sauce recipe. Dinner was a masterpiece! Bill doubted that I had done the cooking until I ushered him into the kitchen for a demonstration. demonstra-tion. I told him how the chicken bastes itself and gets crisper skinned when it's constantly turning. turn-ing. He was so intrigued with the revolving spit that he's plan-r. plan-r. t to cook dinner tomorrow niiit with shisa 'b for the main course One thing bothers me, though. If we ever do have a patio, how will I talk Bill nto building r.i outdoor firepbr'j? I'd sort f like one for atmcophere. at lea,t. |