Loaded up with proper equipment, I was ready for try #2 at making yakitori. Really, I was planning to make Thai skewers, and I did, but while the curried peanut satay sauce came out great, the rest was mostly an exercise in realizing that chicken breast and lean pork loin cannot stand the heat that a full load of binchotan puts out.
First I ignited my binchotan.
Note my improvised spark arrestor. I expected lots of popping, but got almost none. I also expected that this would take a long time, like 90 minutes. It took 20. Thought I'd do my prep during the long wait, but instead it was a race against time, hoping I could cook all my skewers before the charcoal gave out.
I was less ambitious with my yakitori cutting this time. Baby steps. Just a pound of boneless, skinless thighs, cut to the smaller pieces I now knew to be wise.
Having a real grill intended for this work was the right choice. No skewers caught fire. And the intense heat of the binchotan, brought close to the skewers by the design of the grill, did something entirely different from my last try.
The result was...well, it was yakitori for real this time. When I tasted it, I realized I had tasted this flavor before, in some "yakitori flavored ramen" package I'd once picked up at an asian market. Same tare, same chicken thighs, but with the genuine intense heat, the caramelization, and just a slight hint of delicate charcoal, there was something entirely different going on.
Now I have really tasted yakitori, and I have no choice but to keep going. Maybe you can't get genuinely good at it without being a professional, but this is plenty good enough to encourage me onward.
Next time I will take another crack at breaking down the chicken(s) properly. And I've added chicken hearts and gizzards to my H-mart shopping list.