Are we better off today then 3 years ago? Am I clearer,
closer to my goals and secure with my relationships and career? Did I find the
work-life balance I sought?
I am older and wiser. I have more grey in my hair, cannot
run the consistent 7 miles per hour and my discipline seems to be fading away.
And then again I don’t pick the battles I cant win anymore. My marriage that
seemed like a square peg in a round hole, now is rustic Wabi- Sabi; simple and thoroughly enjoyable rather than perfect. We have had grief and loss that bound us
together like saprophytes on the branches of a large tree or moss on the rock. There
has been more travel, more museums, more art, more history, more wonderful
memories with friends, and more cooking. And yet here I am slow, tired and
plodding in ways I have never seen before. Is the alacrity and idealism of
youth behind me? Or am I truly tempered with reality and accepting of the
vagaries of life?
I read my chicken with root vegetables, garlic and preserved
lemon blog from 3 years ago and have made it more often than I have had full
nights of sleep the last year. I took fresh pictures and looked at my old ones.
I don’t know if I am better off or happier, or wiser than three years ago. But
my chicken has the wisdom of advise, practice, and melange of new ingredients.
And a new Le Cruset Dutch oven.
I don’t use sweet potatoes anymore, only
Yukon gold firm ones. They keep their shape during the punishing heat of the
oven. The carrots, celery, and onions are the same. The 40 pieces of garlic are
store bought and pre peeled now. An added aromatic earthy flavor is chanterelle
mushrooms. Sautéed alone in a pan with oil. All the vegetables are cut, diced
and sautéed in a Paella pan which is the new addition to my kitchen. They are
then layered at the bottom of the flaming orange Dutch oven.
I still remember Ms. Butterfish telling
me that the chicken felt cold and lonely with out her skin. I have never ever
removed the skin off any animal there after. Every chicken and every one of us
need the layer of protective comforting adipose, as we deserve to desire. I am
wiser in taking her advice I suppose.
I experimented further and coated
the bird in spicy and smoky harrisa and then sautéing it in a pan. The bird is
stuffed with rosemary and thyme. No parsley anymore. I felt it added nothing to
the aromatic flavor.
There is nothing like a tangy bite
of preserved lemon in left over chicken. And so there is extra preserved lemon
and I make sure its store bought as the ones I make are rather bitter. The few
preserved chilies in the bottle go in too.
I have realized no matter what the
size or shape of the bird, 1 and ½ cups of crisp dry white wine and 1 and ½ cup
of chicken broth submerges the bird and vegetables enough for a perfect browned
bird flanked by roasted vegetables.
I don’t know if I am in a better
place.
But my bird sure is.
Bon appetite!
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