I may never have roasted a hen.
Rainy Thorsday. Maybe we’ll watch the Henry IV movies today.
I prefer my own roast hens to those rotisserie hens which seem to always be dried out, from the skin in. If you can get them when they come off the spit, they’re luscious, but most of the time they’re several hours old.
So the hen is smothered in mayo and seasoned and on a rack in the roaster, so it will be ready long about noon, at 250°, depending on how deep the frost is. I’ll check it around 1000.
I have to go to Walmart this morning and get a new SIM card. I could order one, but there is no guarantee it will work. At least if I get it in the store and it doesn’t work, I can take it back the same day.