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Thursday, November 10, 2011

Provencal Sunshine

For dinner, I made this tastiness:


Sort of a Provençal chicken dish, with thyme and super-bright lemon flavor. With green beans on the side, and a glass of red wine.

It was loosely based on this recipe, which is itself a loose approximation of an Ina Garten recipe, and which I discovered via Jenna Sauers' excellent twitter feed.

We all know how lazy I am. Baste? Oy. And whatever casserole dishes we may own are still stowed away in a box somewhere. So I decided to braise everything in my huge dutch oven instead.

I omitted: the fresh thyme, because it was exactly the same price as a cheap bottle of wine (I got the wine instead); the bacon, at the last minute, because I was curious to see what it would taste like without all that smoky richness; and a few other ingredients. I dusted a little dried, ground thyme into the pot, but would probably spring for fresh thyme next time.

The results were fabulous, as promised. The lemon flavors were so huge and sunny and bright; it would be an awesome mid-winter dish. Instant happiness. Omit the thyme, make some rice, and it sort of becomes Moroccan. Or add some salt-cured olives. Regardless of what you do, the broth makes an amazing sauce. It would work great on fish. Or anything. Jon was actually dipping pita chips into the puddle of sauce on my plate as I destroyed the wannabe leftovers.


If you want to make it my way:

Lightly coat the bottom of a large dutch oven with oil. Cook the chicken thighs in the oil for a few minutes. Then toss the onion, carrots, and lemons on top, very coarsely chopped, along with the garlic cloves. Dust some thyme on top, and plop on pats of butter (I used 3-4T), and some salt. Cover, place in your pre-heated 400-degree oven for 30 min. At that point, I actually lowered a steamer basket full of green beans into the top, lowered the heat to 350, and cooked, still covered, for another 20 minutes. I then removed the chicken with tongs, lightly dusted with smoked paprika, and broiled for 3 minutes or so, just to dry them off a little. At the same time, I reduced the liquid over high heat on the stovetop, and fished out the lemon chunks.

The $2.77 bottle of wine? Questionable, but not horrid. My quick test for how much a cheap bottle of wine is going to suck is to look at the ABV. The higher it is, the worse the wine. 14% or higher is a dealbreaker. This, the Oak Leaf Vineyard Merlot (rule #2: cheap Merlot is way better than cheap Cab), is 13%. It's pretty oaky, a little spicy, and not very complex, but at least not treacly. Maybe a step below Whole Foods' Three Wishes Merlot, and way above Chuck Shaw. Both of which are at similar price points.

Friday, August 8, 2008

Roast Chicken in Houston


Today, I finally got roast chicken (which I'd been craving for days); unfortunately, it was boring chicken masquerading as roast chicken. We ate at La Madeleine, a chain based mostly in Texas that purports to be "French bakery, European cafe, and cozy bistro" in one. In general, I do like the place- they have tasty salads, quiches, a mean tomato soup, and lots of cozy fireplaces and French country decor. They even dump bourbon cream sauce on their fruit, which I really can't argue with.

We had the misfortune of coming in about 3pm. Their pre-made food (quiches, galettes, croque monsieur) looked like they had been sitting around too long, so I elected to pick something off their longer menu. I ended up with a rosemary-encrusted roast chicken half with a Caesar side salad. The meat was kept moist by the thick layer of rosemary, and the skin was crisp in places and dried out in others, but it still lacked flavor throughout. Salt it did not lack. I was mystified by the chicken's flavorlessness, considering the thick layer of herbs visible. I tried dipping the chicken in butter and even strawberry jam (verdict: pretty good), before settling on lemon juice. The acid greatly improved the flavor, but not enough to want it again. The salad was tasty and filling. I guess it's interesting that a "French bistro" serves an incontrovertibly American salad, but there was otherwise nothing remarkable about it.

My typical meal at La Madeleine is a potato galette and a field salad with interesting house-made vinaigrette, sometimes with bourbon-cream strawberries. Next time, I think I'll just stick with that.

http://www.lamadeleine.com/