Saturday, 7 March 2009

heavy on the wine

... fittingly this is an accurate description of both the casserole recipe I'm about to note down, and yesterday evening's activities.

Save boiled eggs and toast very little has been conjured from the kitchen these last few days with Lubu's birthday on Thursday and a trip to Galapagos last night. Consequently I'm taking the opportunity to write up a little bit of my paper journal, starting with the below.

As I'm feeling slightly jaded (jade green), I almost wish I was cooking this again instead of just noting it down. She loves swede, so I duly oblige from time to time and veer between mash of various kinds and something a little more hearty.


Lazy chicken casserole

2 chicken thighs
2 drumsticks
4 carrots chopped
2 sticks celery chopped
onion chopped
2 cloves garlic chopped
1/2 medium swede
4 - 5 small potatoes
2 bay leaves
a few peppercorns
pinch mixed herbs
500ml vegetable stock
pinch salt
1/3 bottle of white wine - I know this is too much (see above) but it had to go in to be tidy

Preheat the oven to 200 degrees C

Brown the chicken in a heavy based casserole dish in a little oil, remove from the pan and set to one side

Soften the onion in the same pan, then add the celery and garlic and cook for a couple of minutes

Add the other vegetables, coat with the fat/oil and return the chicken to the pan, add the wine and cook for 5 minutes

Throw everything else in

Bring to a simmer on the hob, then transfer to your hot oven for about 2 hours, checking regularly and adding more liquid if required


This did us twice, on account of us being frugal and going easy on the chicken. I imagine if you were feeding boys you'd want more meat, but the above is just a skeleton to hang your casserole on, if you will. You could add chopped tomatoes instead of wine ... or indeed go for red wine rather than white - although using less would probably be a good idea.

However you make it, be prepared for that wonderful smell which will seeps under doors and into all the rooms of the house, an almost smug odour of immense satisfaction. If you can't feel slightly pleased with yourself on a Sunday afternoon when there's a casserole bubbling away in the oven, when can you.

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