Anyway, we have these friends. They are married. And awesome. And I love them...for a million and one reasons...but partly (like, a huge part) because we share the same passion for food. And the simple art of cooking: the desire to prepare your food so that you enhance its best offerings versus disguising them with too many flavors. Anyway, they tell me what to cook...a lot...and I do it. Because it's always the most delicious thing I've ever put in my mouth. Like, what I made last night:
Browned chicken thighs (my fav cut), brushed with *really good* honey, covered with an inquisitive blend of cinnamon, cumin, coriander, black pepper, and cardamom, and roasted atop parboiled sweet potato slices.
Simple. Perfect. And well-accompanied by roasted brussel sprouts with bartlett pair slices, shallot wedges, thyme, and a drizzle of fresh lemon juice:
I love this part.
Bitter brussels and sweet pears. Brilliant.
Easy-peasy pretty chicken.
Scraps are pretty, I think.
Happiness on a plate.
Enjoyed, of course, with a crisp Sierra Nevada IPA, Maxine Nightingale's pandora station...and candles. There's always candles.
Now, off to eat those leftovers...
your little writings make me smile :)
p.s. that chicken looks DANK (ha)
the egg out west.
Making this for dinner tonight! Thank you for giving my brain a night off.
How was it, Helen?! Amazing, no?
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