I was all alone for the week and took advantage of it by trying out some new recipes. First up, my two (rather epic) baking fails which I mentioned in the last post. The first was my attempt at flapjacks. The second: my attempt at homemade Girl Scout-inspired Thin Mint cookies. What I learned? Don’t guess measurements when baking. I’ve always known I am more of an artist than a scientist, and my approach to cooking and baking is the evidence. I prefer ‘educated guesses’ to measuring spoons and scales…but that results in bad baking! Especially when you are also converting measurements between metric and standard and vice-versa…math and science, ahh!
Fortunately, my cooking has gone better. My inspired idea? Roast a chicken at the weekend, and use it all week long. It’s a traditional custom here in the United Kingdom to have a ‘Sunday roast.’ I am explaining this to you, dear readers, because I had no idea it existed before I experienced my first Sunday roast whilst visiting my boyfriend’s family. My parents still find the idea ‘cute’. What this is, is a large meal on Sunday, with the focus on some sort of roast meat, whether that be chicken, beef or lamb, and accessories of potatoes (roasted or mashed), vegetables, gravy, and then a pudding afterwards. I fell in love with The Roast. A family sitting down at least once a week to a lovely meal? It should be a world-wide institution, don’t ya think?
So anyway, I felt that it was time for me to tackle the roast. How have I gotten through three years of university in Scotland and three years of dating a British man without learning how to roast a chicken?! It’s embarrassing really. So one day, (I’m afraid it was a Saturday), when absolutely no one was home, I roasted a chicken. And you know what, it was easy. I did of course consult my handy cookbooks beforehand (Rachel Allen’s Food for Living was my guide), but all that is really required is sticking the chicken in the oven for an hour and a bit depending on the size of it. I didn’t even bother stuffing it with anything. Just spread some butter over the top, stuck it in a big roasting tin, and put it in the oven for 1 hour and 20 minutes. And it was marvelous.
The hardest part? Letting the meat rest for 15 minutes after lifting it out of the oven. You are meant to do that to let the juices really infuse the meat and make it easier to carve. But the smell! Oh my goodness it was so seductive. Walk into a Boston Market at 5pm and that will be about 1/5 of how good my kitchen smelled.
So what did I do with this big chicken all to myself?
Well, I ate some standing up, and licked my fingers after. After carving all of the meat off the carcass, I made a chicken stock. Then I used some of the meat in my dinner, a tomato-y curry. The next day I shredded some up and added it to my quick and tasty noodle dish. The next day I used big hunks in my fettucini alfredo. The next day, I used shredded meat and some of the stock in risotto. And then I made another curry. And then I ate the rest in a sandwich! Voila, a week of meals!
| Soy & Sesame Noodle Dish |
| Fettucini Alfredo...better than Olive Garden! |
| Creamy risotto |
So, this Sunday, roast a chicken. Share it if you’re feeling nice, or save it to use all week long.
How to make chicken stock:
Place the chicken carcass in a big soup pot with a few carrots, a celery stick or two, a few cloves of peeled garlic, and an onion, peeled and cut in half. Cover completely with water. Boil for 3 or 4 hours. (It will smell amazing!). First drain the stock by placing a colander over a large bowl to get all the bones and vegetables out. Then strain again with a smaller strainer (or sifter) to get another other little bits out. Use or refrigerate.
| Straining the stock |
