What would she make of it all?....what do I make of it?
Christmas day alone?. four children, grand daughter,father,two sisters,cousins,nephews,nieces,ex wife, girlfriend...of course it must have something to do with me.....it could never happen to her because she gave more than she received....talk is cheap!
Food is for sharing, let me say that again food is for sharing just so I don’t forget...cooking for money is corrupting.
Christmas dinner for one...roast chicken, roasted carrots and red onion...broccoli...Dijon mustard. Apple crumble and fresh cream.
This was possibly the best Christmas dinner I have eaten. And since I only ate the legs and wings three more meals will be had from it
Turkey is not the best choice for a celebration dinner...the breast is best eaten cold and the legs are better used to make a soup
Chicken on the other hand is divine...succulent, incredible flavour,irresistable smell...beautiful!
My early memories of chicken are seeing them slaughtered...big sharp knife, the chase, the cut...the blood... headless, running....smell of singing flesh and pale yellow fat....curry and rice...chicken soup
The idea of refinement,aspiration,challenge ,came via a book La Technique by Jacques Pepin.It never occurred to me why she bought it.. dreams of being the perfect housewife?...strange thing was he would not thank you for French Cooking. It’s a well worn track...for those of you who have never cooked for approval spare a thought for the afflicted.
Pepin...taught me how to roast a chicken for which I’m eternally grateful...but he also caused me to doubt
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