Holly Golightly may have cured the mean reds with evening wear, dark sunglasses and breakfast outside the early morning windows of Tiffany & Co., but I'm tying my apron, getting a cookbook and pulling out my favorite, albeit cracked, wooden spoon.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Why, hello, Martha!
I'm not a magazine reader in general. I don't subscribe to any magazines, especially since the said lose of Gourmet, and I only read them in the doctor's office. Which, I should say, I revel in. And arrive early to that waiting room just in order to catch up on my once in a blue moon celebrity gossip. Don't judge me. A girl needs to stay hip these days. Oh, and the exception to this magazine situation is the following: air travel. I try to get my hands on something beautiful glossy food magazine pages whilst at an airport. I can't resist. This incredible picture drew me in: and had me all over Martha Stewart. I mean one dish with that beautiful chicken laid over potatoes and fresh herbs scattered all around? Now that is how I want to be cooking for the rest of my life. The issue had a number of takes on the roast chicken, and I hope to get through a whole bunch of them. Recently, I tried one. Menu: Crisp- Skinned Chicken (#192) with Rosemary Potatoes (#193) String beans almondine It was a Friday night after a long week of work, as all of you can relate, and a nice-sized chicken over potatoes seemed just right. And it was.
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I mean...yum? All sliced up on the plate, it looked wonderful. After dinner I made homemade chicken stock with the bones and such.
Homemade Chicken Stock (#194)
I covered the carcass with water and a bunch of leftover fresh herbs. It boiled until the whole house smelled delicious, and the hallway outside the door smelled wonderful, too. I can't wait to use it for something yummy soon. Soup, anyone?
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