Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Roast chicken


Nothing says, "You are home," quite like a roasted chicken. In my opinion.

We bought a beautiful little organic chicken on Granville Island for a whopping, record-breaking $21. Organic is never cheap but I find New York prices quite reasonable when considering Vancouver's...Anyway, she was a sweet thing, and at the last minute I snatched up a gorgeous bunch of watercress to accompany her as a simple, peppery salad, as well as some little red potatoes.

While Vince and I had drinks two minutes away on the beach, watching the sun dip behind the mountains beyond English Bay and Vancouver Island, she roasted at 425'F, for a total of an hour and twenty-minutes. Around her the sliced red potatoes basted in the juice of a lemon, a little water, the fragrance of a pilfered rosemary branch (this is a city where it grows on the sidewalks), and many cloves of garlic stuffed inside her.

I deglazed the pan with some dry Vermouth while the bird rested under some foil, and we ate it all with some Perrier Jouet, courtesy of JFK's duty-free.

The next meal I cooked was a slightly different story. Actually, no. It was the third one that was..er...interesting. You'll have to wait.

4 comments:

  1. What? Vince actually owns pretty, antique-looking dishes?

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  2. Yeah. I own 2. Good thing we didn't have to feed 4 people.

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  3. He also used to own a nice big baking dish...

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  4. LOL we should have kept the pieces...

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