Triple-word-score chicken dinner
July 6, 2006
There are mushrooms growing out of our bathroom ceiling. It’s got so damp from a leak in the upstairs flat that big bumptious funghi are sprouting. I suppose they’re organic. Maybe I should get the Soil Association round to certify them. The insurance man came round to look and said he hadn’t come across ceiling mushrooms for years. We’re honoured, I suppose. It’s tempting to fry them up with garlic-injected butter, but we’ve resisted the temptation up to now.
We’ve had a lovely bag of ultra-snappy sugar-snap peas keeping bright and perky in the veg tray. I splashed out on some M&S chicken legs (organic, naturellement). I de-boned them and bashed them flat, then rubbed oil, salt, pepper and loads of paprika into them. Got a grill pan all hot, bothered and smoking and slapped the meat on. Once the meat was done and resting I steamed the peas briefly so they still retained some backbone. De-glazed the grill-pan with some stock. Served it all with strong peppery salad leaves from the garden, dressed with a balsamic and tarragon dressing. Came together nicely.
I was soundly thrashed at scrabble by maths chick who came good with the 7-letter bingo LIGHTER. It’s about time the luck turned her way. I’ve been on a flukey winning streak ever since our Spanish camping trip. Been getting cocky, to be honest. Now I’m off to check on the progress of my mushroom crop.