The slow cooker is paying for itself already. Yesterday I cooked a chicken in it and had the foresight to leave all the juicy juices, chicken stock and leftovers in said pot.
I NEED CHICKEN SOUP FOR MY SOUL.
Jackie recipe :
Randomly dice up one onion, a few carrots, a few potatoes and fry them gently in olive oil for some time. Add the juices from the crockpot plus more Chicken Oxo cube stock and a splash of herbes de provence. Simmer until all the veg is tender.
Let the pan cool, add a few chunks of rescued chicken then bash it all about a lot with a whizzy thing until you get a smooth something – I had to add a bit of milk here to help the whizz.
Season to taste. Lots of salt and pepper.
Fry off some bacon lardons. Add to the mix.
I have some double cream to hand and may go a bit creamy when I add the rest of the chicken and reheat everything about 5pm.
Way back when I was a kid (around 11/12) my Dad was on a huge child murder enquiry that took him away from home for weeks.
At the time Mum worked in the restaurant (where I went to work aged 13) next door to us and every Thursday – her late shift – my brothers and I would come home from school, get washed and changed and go to the restaurant for our tea.
I ALWAYS chose gammon, pineapple and chips. Something we very rarely had at home.
On the menu tonight, plus the egg, plus petits pois, because I can…….
P.S. My traveller-in- crime girl is a pina colada fan. Whereas I prefer a Bloody Mary. Sweet is she. Sour am I :o)
We watched this this morning and I learned something new!
Katina eats an Ulster Fry….a big one. Yeah. Whooopppeee. It makes her famous.
Way back in the day when eldest was 18 months old and we lived in Ulster and Himself was in charge of the G.O.C’s protection team, working a 20 hour day……..me and the little ‘un used to go exploring.
OMG. Nobody told me at the time that taking the train from Lisburn to Belfast for a jolly day out was #banned by a “wife of.”
Me and my baby son did it regularly.
He’s just had a truly explosive moment about my life without him in Ulster.YOU DID WHAT?
Baby and I loved it. But in those days an Ulster Fry was sausage, bacon, eggs, beans in a separate bowl (NEVER on the plate) and soda bread.
The NI peeps have strange customs. NEVER had a waste bin in the house. Kitchen bin always outside the back door. Didn’t display knick-knacks in house. Never tainted a meal with baked bean juice. Loved the colour ORANGE (check that out???)
I loved Belfast. The people were great. The city is awesome………….oops :o)
Note to Self : Buy some Bicarb of soda to make soda bread next week.
It’s not like I’ve not cooked for unexpected guests from around the world before but it’s been a while.
Today I was expecting 3 sweaty, hungry Navvies over for tea but the bloody stupid phone intervened. Two of the three were called out on an Emergency at 3pm yesterday. They finished work at 5am today and have been stood down until 4pm today.
I knew nothing about their 14 hour stint and went out to get stuff to feed 7 peoples.
Quick. Easy. Prep ahead.
MY recipe :
Some chicken breasts. Some bacon. Some onions. Some red peppers. A tiny bottle of white wine. Some chicken stock. Some herbes de provence. Some cream/creme fraiche. Some rice.
Fry cut up bits of chicken in olive oil, remove from pan. Fry (in same pan) sliced onions, sliced peppers, cut up bacon. Add wine and boil for a few minutes to get rid of the alcohol. Add back the chicken, herbs, seasoning, chicken stock and simmer for 20 minutes. Thicken with cornflour if needed and add cream/creme fraiche. Taste and adjust seasoning.
And somewhere in between all that boil some rice. We LOVE Jasmine or Basmati or Half Long Grain/Half Wild Rice.
Arrange artistically in a bowl and serve.
THEN – Heat up the next day because you’ve made far too much!
Yes. We all know the story. It was created for Betty when she was made Queenie in 1953.
I’m doing a simple tea today. Kind of like a ploughman’s but a bit different… and I had a truly brilliant idea (?!)
Coronation Chicken, but without the chicken and with teeny Jersey Royal potatoes and 7 minute hard boiled/soft boiled eggs – all squished together (roughly diced to use a proper cookery term.) With a carelessly artful dash of powdered Smoked Paprika on top.
These two have been making me smile for a while now.
Everything I’ve seen has evolved around food.
This one is a new experience for them.
Welcome to my daily 8am morning adventures in Tesco. Bless ’em. It’ll never be the same again :o)
P.S. Eggs. In. Fridge? Noooooooo!
P.P.S. I’ve no room to talk. My trip to Rome and Venice was a “forced” Italian foodfest for my traveller-in-crime. We HAD to eat REAL Bolognese, lasagne, pizza, risotto, Carbonara, minestrone and gelato. She was well-up for it :o)
As a kid (slightly after 1881) the Fray Bentos Pie was a #LuxuryFood.
Today they are cheap as chips and full of fluff and air and goo.
Side Note : I’d never, ever, ever eat a snake & pygmy one. Gak!!!!!
My family have me blackmailed on this subject. If I go cheap and quick (aka Fray Bentos) rather than make one myself (FULL of meat and veg and gravy aka expensive) they’ll just give me evils for the next week and a lot :o(
Picture this. Me and three other gals in a restaurant just off the Place Vendôme, Paris.
We had finished an amazing meal (restaurant is upstairs) and needed the bill. The waiter came over and chatted in English. One of them asked out loud how to ask for the bill in French. I mumbled something about an addition.
The waiter was wonderful. He said – I love the English accent speaking French. Absolute truth.
So I said…..
I love the French accent speaking English.
BTW: Castiglione is the restaurant. Amazing food. Been there about 4 times. OK. 3 times. One time me and partner in crime were waiting outside, sat at a table when an older man hoved into view and started his chattychit. The waiter whispered in my ear… come back later – when the letch had gone. We didn’t go back. Creepy vibes.
I could’ve done it this lazy, packaged way but “I Did It MY Way.”
It gets tricky when 2 think that mushrooms are the food of the devil, 1 thinks peas are the devil’s food, 1 is in Vampire mode (awake from dusk til dawn) and another one of you is on Emergency Rescue again and won’t be home until about 9pm.
I’ve learned to juggle meals and timelines. And weirdos.
MY recipe – Irish beef, cut into thin strips and fried. One white onion (diced) one red pepper (diced) A HUGE dollop of Dijon Mustard (don’t lick the spoon clean afterwards…I’m still a bit red in the face but my sinuses are clear) beef stock, cornflour, smoked paprika, about half a ton of freshly ground pepper and a huge spoonful of Clotted Cream. All served with Basmati rice.
For he and me, I’ve added peas from yesterday. And not a mushroom in sight. Sadly.
So that’d be From Russia (via Lincolnshire) with love, yes?
We are all feeling a bit strange at the moment. Our skies are blue and a big yellow thing has been shining all day. Very bizarre!
So we decided to start on the good weather eating. And you don’t get much better than the original English Ploughman’s Lunch. As the name suggests it is a portable meal eaten by ploughmen in the field. Crusty bread, cheese, pickles, an apple, a boiled egg. Or somesuch.
Today we have freshly baked bread (from the local baker), I cooked a ham, salad leaves, baby tomatoes, red pepper, coleslaw, potato salad, cheddar, pickled beetroot, piccalilli, some grapes and a slice or two of pineapple.
Plus an ice cold pint of Danish lager.
Simple but filling. Much like the Cornish Pasty that the tin miners would eat. Or the Scottish haggis. Or the pork pie.
P.S. I’ve never been to the Cheddar Gorge. It looks beautiful.
I must’ve been “Gay” all my life and never knew it.
That’s a bummer.
I’ve done ALL that Rowan describes, all of my life.
OK. That’s me out of the wardrobe.
I AM OFFICIALLY A GAY FEMALE& SLIGHTLY QUEER TOO!
I’m also a huge Agatha Christie fan and she uses “GAY” to mean happy & “QUEER” to mean strange.
BTW : When I was 6 years old and we had to live with Nan for a while before moving to Scotland, I gathered all the fallen petals from her roses and squished them into a jar of water – to make rose water.
I’m kinda one level down from the Amateur in the video below – even though I’ve been doing this for decades.
I don’t have a “recipe”
I just chuck things at homemade dough and hope for the best.
Today I made three huge ones.
Two were dough, bashed around a lot on the kitchen table, after proving out in the garden spring sunshine and given a severe talking to. Topped with onion and red pepper fried in olive then mixed with English Tesco passata, garlic pepper, herbes de Provence (so shoot me!!!) topped with Spanish Chorizo, German Salami, Italian Pepperoni and Mozzarella Cheese.
‘T’other was a calzone. Same as above but he has PINEAPPLE on his pizza. And I ran out of cheese.
They are all ugly but taste bloody nice.
P.S. The image above is not mine. I stole it from google images ….but it looks quite close !
Had some yesterday. After a night of noodles and fried rice. Having some today, using what is left over.
A Typical Smerderbrerder (?) for me is two slices of fresh bread drizzled with French dressing. Topped with salad stuff, some wafer-thin meats, maybe beetroot, maybe pate, maybe cheese, maybe halved 7 minute boiled egg, maybe apple slices, maybe gherkins, maybe tinned tuna (the ONLY seafood I eat) and Always Black Olives.
Knives and forks essential – or just get messy :o)
Breakfast here was such fun. And I didn’t learn from the first the time because I ordered Eggs Benedict the second time too.
Everyone else did the sweet thing – Stack of Pancakes.
I swear to God we could’ve fed our entire extended family with eggs and pancakes for a week. Not a single one of us finished the meal. It put the usual UK 2 slices of toast with Marmite/Marmalade/Strawberry Jam/Soggy Weetabix to shame :o)