That’s hot! It’s enough to cook a rotisserie chicken but 325 would be better. I aspire to a hotter oven. I would certainly perspire to a hotter oven…..
I will continue to ‘fiddle’ and ‘fine tune’ it but I doubt that I will get it past 300. I may have to enlarge the sun-capture panels a bit to even do that. But the solar oven works – it just takes a bit longer than ideal to cook a chicken according to the You-tube ‘experts’ who know this kind of stuff. Do I care if it takes an extra 45 minutes? Not really. This is a solar-powered chicken cooker brilliantly designed to accommodate a duck as well. Maybe a small turkey. Or a skewer of squirrels. It is supposed to be a start-and-forget kind of cooker. Put another way: I can afford to accidentally burn a chicken because well, I do forget things now and then…..
….where was I?
Oh, yeah…..the solar oven…..the first improvement I made was to metal tape all the seams. That did little to help things get hotter but it looked good. The second improvement/requirement was to construct the solar ‘cone’ capture panels and that was a major upgrade. I welded a wire frame and then covered attached panel-boards in reflective Mylar. Turns out that the potential BTUs generated are in a direct correlation with the square foot area of the capture panels. Bigger silver cone, potentially higher temps.
Then I insulated the entire box again – this time from the outside. And then, and then…….the temperature ‘popped’ up a whole 50 degrees. Without following the sun and adjusting all the time, I hit 275 and kept between that and 250 for three hours. If I sat there in the sun (cooking myself at the same time) and slowly adjusted the angle of the cone to follow the arc of the sun, I am pretty sure I would have kept 275 the whole time. So, however you look at it, I am NOW cooking without gas.
I know, Wim. I know. The test will be in the finally-roasted chicken. That will happen (or not) Monday (guest arriving). We will see. If I get a nicely roasted chicken on Monday, there is no question – this quirky project was a success. You will all hear about it. All five of you.
And, of course, there are now a bazillion chores that need my attention after wasting time in the pursuit of a sun-cooked rotisserie chicken.
Could this behaviour be the early onset of something odd?