Sunday roast chicken is ritual. Not just cooking. A weekly reset. The smell fills the house. Windows fog with steam. Time slows.
My grandmother made this every Sunday. Same chicken. Same vegetables. Same worn roasting pan. She never used a recipe. Never checked temperature. Just knew.
High heat first. That's the secret she passed down. Start hot. Get the skin crackling. Then drop the temperature and forget about it. The oven does the work.
Leftovers are the real prize. Cold chicken sandwiches Monday. Soup stock Tuesday. One bird carries you through half the week. Economical. Practical. Delicious.
This isn't fancy. This is foundational. Learn this and you'll never fear having people over for dinner.