as they did to my eyes this morning
Today we are celebrating 29 years of marriage. As yesterday was Mother’s Day here in France and we know better than to go to a restaurant, the Monday after, I fixed us a festive dinner with chicken as the main dish.
Realizing that things differ around the world, let me say that the chicken was already dead, plucked, and cleaned.
Husband arrived and the day flew by so now it is yesterday’s tomorrow, meaning today, but not the same day as yesterday when I started writing this postâ¦ but I still want to explain how I did the chicken in case anyone gets inspired to cook.
In a large oval glass baking dish, I put some olive oil, about 3 tablespoons, then about a tablespoon of zatar ( a mix of thyme, sesame, salt), a little more salt, pepper, and then a bit of zing (a nice Â½ teaspoon powdered hot pepper). I cut up the chicken, keeping the upper back, wingtips and breastbones for soup. I put the pieces in the baking dish and turned them all around to coat with the seasoned oil. Then I prepared 4 or 5 smallish onions, sliced finely; three nice red bell peppers (take out the seeds and the white bit), some garlic (as much as you have the patience to peel, at least 5 cloves) and mixed all that in with the chicken, mixing until all had a sheen from the oil. Then I brought the chicken pieces on top of the rest and baked in a preheated oven, approx. 350Â° F, for a good hour.
If you just have this, you might want to fix some rice to go along with it, but as we had a French style dinner, this was sufficient â meaning we also had a starter, salad, cheese platter, and dessert. I did a mini-bouquet with a few flowers from the garden, including some forget-me-not – my idea of a little jokeâ¦
We are very happy to be celebrating this anniversary. It takes work on oneself and perseverance (stubbornness?). A desire to make real a sort of ideal. Two people hand in hand walking towards a common goal.
Il n’est jamais trop tard pour se recrÃ©er bon.
It is never too late to become good.
The silhouettes represent different stages of life, from birth to death.
No matter what one’s age or the weight of the past, one can decide today to change for the better, to become good.
The scales of justice?
In France the ingredients for a recipe are given in grams. So a kitchen scale is a handy thing to have.
Sunday as husband and I were finishing off a gÃ¢teau Breton, he said he wanted the little piece and I said that one over there is the little one.
Would we be mature adults, leaving behind materialism, greed, and gluttony? How about if we weighed the pieces to be sure? This would have been such a good tool to have when I was growing up, one of three children.
Husband went and got the scale. We weighed the first piece â 127 grams.
Then we weighed the other piece â 126 grams.
Then we rolled on the floor laughing and enjoyed our cake.
Somebody is playing with the weather dial. We have been having wind and rain since Thursday night, with about 15 minutes of sun maybe in the late afternoon. Now today it looked like things were clearing off (I hung out a load of laundry to dry) and it is raining after a hailstorm. Is this March or May?