Prolix chicken

This week's Resolution Recipe: Poulet roti. In the words of Mr. Anthony Bourdain:

That's roast chicken, numbnuts! And if you can't properly roast a damn chicken then you are one helpless, hopeless, sorry-ass bivalve in an apron. Take that apron off, wrap it around your neck, and hang yourself. You do not deserve to wear the proud garment of generations of hardworking, dedicated cooks.

( All together now: I never promised that the recipes would be difficult. Just 'new'. )

Where's the... thing-not-fork?

A small amount of bonus points for correctly identifying the reference. I'll take them away if you look it up, though.

So the wife, my father, and I were chatting this weekend and the talk turns to driving in the sun. I start in about my commute home and how the sun is on my left, so I have to always use the... um... glare... flippy-thing.

"You mean a visor?"
"...yeah."

I hate it when that happens.