Made some chickens at the zero line (frontline Ukraine) for hungry soldiers at absolute zero..
Made some chickens at the zero line (frontline Ukraine) for hungry soldiers at absolute zero..
byu/Pitmaster4Ukraine inKitchenConfidential
by Pitmaster4Ukraine
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Bet they were hella appreciative. Good on you brother. Thank you
Thank you. Lost a good friend there this week. 💜
Lekker smoken!
>Absolute Zero
pretty impressive work for -273.15 degrees Celsius, chef.
Damn that skin looks crispy. Good job. Good meals boost morale.
That looks phenomenal dude. Keep it up, and shoot a couple russians for me, aye?
What are you cooking in? Is that a trench converted into a smoker?
Slava Ukraini!
Nice OP
En gast, blijf veilig hè (relatief gezien dan).
Succes daar man
Wait…you’re Dutch! What are you doing at the frontline in Ukraine?
Fuck up some russian invaders!
At absolute zero! God damn! At that temperature even the atmosphere is frozen, turning into a solid! All movement stops at a molecular level, and time becomes essentially preserved in that one moment! Super impressive conditions to make chicken in!
What are you going to do with all of that chicken grease at the bottom?
This man fast started his charcoal with either thermite or white phosphorus. Fuck chef mike for being a slowpoke.
https://www.reddit.com/r/BBQ/comments/1fivbbj/how_to_fast_light_a_bbq_in_ukraine/
How many did you get in there?! I thought the ones on top were it, but there’s at least one more layer! Is this like a cube of meat?
Look at all those chickens!
“We sit opposite one another, two soldiers in shabby coats, cooking a goose in the middle of the night. We don’t talk much, but I believe we have a more complete communion with one another than even lovers have.
“We are two men, two minute sparks of life; outside is the night and the circle of death. We sit on the edge of it crouching in danger, the grease drips from our hands, in our hearts we are close to one another, and the hour is like the room: flecked over with the lights and shadows of our feelings cast by a quiet fire. What does he know of me or I of him? We should not have had a single thought in common–now we sit with a goose between us and feel in unison, are so intimate that we do not even speak.
“It takes a long time to roast a goose, even when it is young and fat. So we take turns. One bastes it while the other lies down and sleeps. A grand smell gradually fills the hut.”
From ‘All Quiet on the Western Front’ (WWI)
An army marches on its stomach. Good job Chef!
Z miłością od polskich braci. Idźcie rozpieprzyć Rosję!
🇵🇱 ❤️ 🇺🇦
You did not. I’ve seen this already posted multiple times by other people
Just what the war in Ukraine needs, more needless death.
Not all heroes make gyros.^^Dave ^^Attell