The Man Who Lives In My House, that's who. He has the same reaction to chicken that I have to apple juice and graham crackers--it's the result of overexposure in our early years. Still, Roast Chicken! That's like hating cheerios or toothpaste! How does one get by? I have to resort to stealth and subterfuge* when I want to make chicken. We actually just don't have it. We have "midget turkey" or "giant cornish game hen". Here for your reading/cooking pleasure is my recipe for "midget turkey":
Peel 3 or four onions and slice thickly. Place all over the bottom of a roasting pan. These create a raised base for your midget turkey, so that it doesn't wallow in the fat. Clever. Place Midget Turkey on onions, surround with little red potatoes. Stuff several sprigs of rosemary in the nooks and crannies of the Midget Turkey. Pour a glass of sherry in there--don't drink it all! Now lay 3-six strips of bacon over the top. Roast @ 350 for about and hour and fifteen minutes. This works well with any poultry, as you can imagine.
The phrase "stealth and subterfuge" is lifted from one of Daniel and Jill Pinkwater's genius Larry The Polar Bear Books. If you haven't read a Larry book you're in for a treat. They're in the children's picture book section at your library.