Doris went on at 1 p.m.
I preheated the grill with the lid down, it got to 500 degrees, too hot. It cooled while I locked Doris into the drive and settled both ends of the spit. It started turning and was in pretty good balance, but I adjusted the weight a smidge just to refine it.
Doris started flopping around when the wing came down. It just wasn't trussed right with that dental floss. An emergency call to the neighbor Leno and a dash across the street procured real string.
When I got back, the temperature had climbed to 500 degrees and Doris was sweating like a pig.
I pulled Doris off the spit and brought her inside to retruss her wings.
She's back on the spit now, turning and humming. I turned off one of the three burners to try to keep the temp around 375. The others are on low. Time to monitor.
Doris is about 11 pounds so she should take three hours to get ready -- that's about 4 p.m., and that's about a half an hour past the tee time we had set up for the afternoon. Oh well.
There's a pop-out on her breast that will signal internal doneness. It's the red dot in the photo below.
Doris continues to spin. Now to figure out some basting routine.
