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Never Heard of Chicken Bog? This South Carolina Classic Deserves a Spot on Your Table(Video)
South Carolina Chicken bog is a hearty Southern dish made with chicken, rice, smoked sausage, and a well-seasoned broth. It's a go-to in South Carolina, known for being easy to make and perfect for feeding a hungry crowd. Want To Make Chicken Bog? Ingredients 1 whole chicken 2 carrots 2 stalks of celery 1 onion 1 head of garlic split in half 3 tbsp chicken bouillon 1 tbsp oil 1 white onion diced 4 garlic cloves minced ½ smoked sausage link sliced 1 tbsp Cajun seasoning 1 tsp paprika 1 tsp oregano salt to taste 2 cups rice 4 cups saved broth plus ½ cup extra green onion for serving hot sauce for serving Recipe Instructions Add the whole chicken, celery, carrots, onion, and garlic to a large pot. Fill and cover with water, covering chicken with about 1 inch of water. Bring to a boil and reduce to a simmer. Mix in chicken bouillon. Simmer until chicken is done and tender, about 1 hour (depending on the size). Discard the vegetables and remove the chicken. Shred the chicken from the bones into small pieces and reserve for later use. Taste the broth and add more seasoning if necessary. Set aside. In a Dutch oven over medium heat, add your oil. Add in the sausage pieces, browning on both sides about 3 – 5 minutes. Remove from the pot. Add in your onion and saute until soft, about 5 minutes. Add in the garlic and saute for 1 minute. Next, add in the seasonings and mix well. Next, add in the rice, stirring often. Toast rice for 1 minute. Then, add back in your sausage and pour in the broth. Stir to combine and bring to a boil. Cover, and reduce heat to a simmer for 20 minutes. After 20 minutes, remove the lid and give everything a stir. Remove from the heat. Use a little of the reserved broth if needed to achieve your desired "wetness." Stir in the reserved chicken. Next, add in the green onion. Serve in bowls and add hot sauce. Why Is It Called Chicken Bog? The name comes from the texture. As the rice cooks in the broth, it soaks up the liquid and creates a sticky, almost swampy consistency. It's supposed to be wetter than most rice dishes, which is exactly why it's called 'bog.' Is Chicken Bog a Southern Thing? Definitely. It's especially tied to the Pee Dee region of South Carolina, where it's been part of community gatherings, church potlucks, and festivals for generations. You'll find it at big family meals all over the state. Is Chicken Bog the Same as Jambalaya? Not quite. While both dishes mix meat and rice, jambalaya usually includes tomatoes, peppers, onions, celery, and bold spices. It's cooked until the rice is fluffy and dry. Chicken bog is simpler—just chicken, sausage, rice, and broth—cooked until it's sticky and moist, with no tomatoes or extra vegetables. What Side Dishes Go With Chicken Bog? It's a meal on its own, but a few sides really round it out: Coleslaw adds crunch and contrast. Green beans or collards bring in that Southern veg element. Cornbread or biscuits are great for soaking up the broth. Pickles or anything pickled help cut through the richness. A basic green salad keeps things fresh and light. These sides keep the focus on the bog but help balance out the meal. Solve the daily Crossword
Time Out
16-07-2025
- Entertainment
- Time Out
Threesomes, serial killers and sticky notes
You know that feeling when you walk into a place and it just clicks? For a Bangkok nightlife veteran like me, that usually means besties, a whiskey-soda in hand and live music setting the perfect beat. But then I found Allso Bar, and everything I thought I knew about a good night out got completely flipped on its head. This cosy corner isn't my usual watering hole. It's a place where conversation becomes a kind of safe space for strangers. What if I told you there's an event where you can spill your white, grey or even pitch-black secrets without judgement (okay, maybe just a little laughter) and listen as others do the same? That was my first experience of The Dark Secrets of Bangkok – a night where strangers anonymously share the kind of confessions that make you question what really goes on behind the eyes of the person next to you. The kind you imagine while passing someone on the street or dancing with a stranger you've just met. I stumbled across it with no idea what to expect – but hearing other people's secrets was more than enough to ignite my curiosity. And these anonymous secrets? They're wild. Some warm your heart. Others knock the wind out of you. But that's the point. Everyone's got something buried deep and for once, we just sit back, listen and let it be. What goes down at the event Upon arriving at a dimly lit, retro-style bar, I was seated with strangers. After a few drinks, the initial awkwardness transformed into a genuine exchange of stories. I realized it was the perfect kind of place to share secrets and glimpse into other people's lives. A hush fell over the room as everyone settled in. A host, Bog, appeared alongside Vik, an American writer and co-conspirator to explain the evening's thrilling concept. Each guest would be given a sticky note and a pen, then head upstairs alone to a small private room and write down a secret. It could be one sentence, two pages, a joke, a heartbreak, anything. Some people took ages. Others jotted something down with the same speed you'd use to scribble a grocery list. The energy in the room turned electric with curiosity. Once all the sticky notes were posted on the wall like confessions pinned to a church board, the real thrill began. Bog and Vik gathered everyone and began reading the secrets out loud, one by one. Some were light and cheeky, getting instant laughs: 'My mom doesn't know I drink and have sex, which happen to be the two things I'm best at.' 'I pretend to be Jewish just to attend Saturday service and eat the chicken soup.' Half the room laughed, the other half looked confused, like they couldn't decide if it was amusing or unhinged. 'When I was 17, I smoked opium and had a threesome while someone read poetry.' ' Some confessions had the kind of shock factor that made the room go completely still: 'I broke up with my ex and I killed her cat.' 'I once wandered into the abandoned factory near my house and found a dead body.' 'I met three serial killers, two are in prison and one killed himself.' Then there were the deeply personal ones, the kind that hit a little too close to home: 'I never find love. I'm afraid I'm the problem. I keep people at arm's length when they try to come close.' And of course, some were just pure Bangkok chaos: 'I fucked two people in one day and went on a date with a third.' 'I'm only here to spread COVID.' 'I came to Bangkok past my prime and somehow, this city gives me a new life.' You could feel the crowd ride every wave of emotion – laughing, wincing, gasping or falling into silence. No one knew whose secret was whose and that was the beauty of it. In this moment, everyone was just a witness to something ridiculous and real. Somehow, that made it feel safe. Upon arriving at a dimly lit, retro-style bar, I was seated with strangers. After a few drinks, the initial awkwardness transformed into a genuine exchange of stories. I realized it was the perfect kind of place to share secrets and glimpse into other people's lives. A hush fell over the room as everyone settled in. A host, Bog, appeared alongside Vik, an American writer and co-conspirator to explain the evening's thrilling concept. Each guest would be given a sticky note and a pen, then head upstairs alone to a small private room and write down a secret. It could be one sentence, two pages, a joke, a heartbreak, anything. Some people took ages. Others jotted something down with the same speed you'd use to scribble a grocery list. The energy in the room turned electric with curiosity. Once all the sticky notes were posted on the wall like confessions pinned to a church board, the real thrill began. Bog and Vik gathered everyone and began reading the secrets out loud, one by one. Some were light and cheeky, getting instant laughs: 'My mom doesn't know I drink and have sex, which happen to be the two things I'm best at.' 'I pretend to be Jewish just to attend Saturday service and eat the chicken soup.' Half the room laughed, the other half looked confused, like they couldn't decide if it was amusing or unhinged. 'When I was 17, I smoked opium and had a threesome while someone read poetry.' ' Some confessions had the kind of shock factor that made the room go completely still: 'I broke up with my ex and I killed her cat.' 'I once wandered into the abandoned factory near my house and found a dead body.' 'I met three serial killers, two are in prison and one killed himself.' Then there were the deeply personal ones, the kind that hit a little too close to home: 'I never find love. I'm afraid I'm the problem. I keep people at arm's length when they try to come close.' And of course, some were just pure Bangkok chaos: 'I fucked two people in one day and went on a date with a third.' 'I'm only here to spread COVID.' 'I came to Bangkok past my prime and somehow, this city gives me a new life.' You could feel the crowd ride every wave of emotion – laughing, wincing, gasping or falling into silence. No one knew whose secret was whose and that was the beauty of it. In this moment, everyone was just a witness to something ridiculous and real. Somehow, that made it feel safe. Where do we go from here? When all the secrets are revealed, there's a charged moment – everyone scanning the room, locking eyes, trying to match confessions to faces. The guessing game begins, It was part hilarious and haunting. You see someone smirk and suddenly wonder if they were the one who wrote that brutally honest line. Some hang out 'til the last drop of their cocktail. I ended up deep in conversation with a few people and just like that, I learned more about this city than any guidebook could offer – a woman who once got dumped in a nightclub but met her future partner before last call, a filmmaker obsessed with his latest bizarre documentary idea and traveller spending their last night in town uncovering the raw truths of complete strangers. The event pulls in people from all backgrounds and puts them in the same room, not to perform but to connect. It felt voyeuristic perhaps deeply human. Like group therapy with better lighting and cheaper drinks. What makes the Big Mango what it is isn't the concrete – it's the people. Not just the locals shaping the city day by day, but the travellers passing through, leaving behind fragments of themselves and picking up new ones. Their stories, secrets and confessions paint the capital in more than one shade at once. That's what Allso Bar taps into. It's the brainchild of Roe Roe Laophermsook, who wanted to flip the script on what nightlife can be. It's not exclusive – it's inclusive. A space where anyone – the suit, the student, the artist, the expat, the wanderer – can sit at the same table and feel like they belong. And in many ways, Allso Bar is Roe himself. 'I haven't had social media since 2008,' he admits. 'That's why I opened the bar to create something real. But the irony is, now I have to be on it more than ever.' That same tension between digital fatigue and real-world connection pulses through everything the bar does. People are craving something beyond the scroll, a reason to look up from their phones and into someone's eyes. And that energy is exactly what makes The Dark Secrets of Bangkok possible. The response to the first edition was positive. 'People reached out to say how much they enjoyed the night and that they're already planning to bring friends to the next one,' Roe shares. 'They also really loved the atmosphere of the bar itself.' So yes, a second edition is set for late August. And that energy is exactly what makes The Dark Secrets of Bangkok possible. With Bog as host and Vik bringing a storyteller's edge, the concept is simple: What happens when you give people a space to be honest with zero consequences? The result is a night that's unpredictable and unexpectedly connective.
