Friday 30 May 2008
Graybo’s Yummy Tarragon Chicken
Really, it’s yummy.
INGREDIENTS (serves two):
- 1 small tub (200ml) of crème fraîche, reduced fat if you must.
- 2 chicken breasts, roughly cubed. For goodness sake, get decent chicken, not cheap water-filled, factory-farmed rubbish.
- 1 leek, trimmed and thinly sliced
- a little butter
- a little olive oil
- a good handful of tarragon, roughly chopped or torn, stems removed. You’ve got this growing outside the door, right?
- tagliatelli sufficient for two. Fresh stuff.
- black pepper
- a bottle of good red wine, maybe two
- open the wine. Have a glass for yourself and one for your dining partner.
- boil some water for doing the tag.
- in a large pan or, better still, a wok, melt a good dollop of butter over a medium to high heat.
- fry the leek until just beginning to soften. Remove from the pan and reserve.
- refill your glasses.
- add a little olive oil to the pan and get it hot.
- throw in the chicken and scoot around the pan until lightly browned.
- get the tag going (I assume you have decent fresh pasta, none of the dried stuff – if you have dried pasta, you should have started this a while ago).
- add the entire pot of crème fraîche to the chicken. Stir.
- return the leeks to the pan. Stir some more.
- mill in some black pepper (nice if you have one of those crusher-type mills, rather than a grinding-type). Stir it.
- throw in the tarragon. Yes, you guessed – stir.
- stir it all up some more.
- drain the pasta and get it on the plate.
- pour the chicken/tarragon/leek/crème fraîche mix over the top.
- blimey, those glasses look low. Top ‘em up.
- Eat. Drink. Relax. Candles. Good music. You know the deal.
Takes but ten minutes. Ideal for Friday night. We had it after a starter of fresh local asparagus with shaved parmesan, butter and apple balsamic vinegar. With gin. And tonic.
Thursday 29 May 2008
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We really need to explore some of the other bits of Limburg. We’ve driven through Valkenburg and have planned a stay there, but we haven’t made it to Thorn yet.
Sunday 25 May 2008
Hmm. Looks like the del.icio.us publishing thingy is borked again, after successfully publishing one link only. So it’s time to look for an alternative solution.
Thankfully, I see that Gordon has linked to this one. However, it requires WP2.5, so it looks like I must finally get around to that upgrade that I’ve been putting off for, well, forever. It would be helpful if I actually read anything – this plugin posts things to del.icio.us from your WP blog, not the other way around. Look, I was still in a meeting at 12.20am this morning (yes, you read that correctly), so I’m not firing on all cylinders this morning, ok?
Thursday 22 May 2008
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Far too many speed bumps are creeping into our residential streets. It is proposed to remove them all and replace them with eliptical, egg shaped wheels on every car. This would be like taking the bumps with you.
Last night saw a high powered meeting of the village elders here in Ruralville. The Ruralville village hall was converted at short notice and with remarkable speed into a centre for politicking and debate to rival anything that goes on in that other village, Westminster. Speakers passionately debated the matters of the day with argument meeting counter argument on the contentious issue of parking and yellow lines. Amusingly, there were attempts to press-gang attendees into becoming parish councillors, a dangerous path if ever I saw one. Thankfully, I seemed to escape by promising only to give the matter some consideration (a fine cop out, if ever I saw one).
Thereafter, everyone retired to the pub, where we were joined by Monty and our near-neighbour’s cat, Oscar. Oscar is only six months old and is similarly coloured to Monty. Monty seems to regard him as a mini-me. I suspect that he might receive some training and end up as Monty’s henchcat, sent out to deal with the marauding, food-stealing tabby and white that thinks he rules the neighbourhood. In any case, both seemed happy to wander into the pub to see where the hands that feed them had gone, but thought better of it once confronted with two dozing dogs under the table.