If ever there was liberation to be found in the never-ending grind of nightly meal preparation, it’s got to be the ready-to-go product scorned by some but beloved by many: the supermarket rotisserie chicken.
Personally, the plump and juicy birds have come to the rescue more times than I care to count in my own kitchen over the years, both as a last-minute main course served with veggies and rice and picked clean to star in chicken salad.




