The other month, I was scanning through Dallasfood.org forums, and someone wrote a good review of Jacque Pepin's biography. Being who I am, I put it on my list at Amazon and purchased it within a week.
So, last week, I was packing for my trip to San Diego for work and looked at the book I was reading on my coffee table. "Hot, Flat, and Crowded" is so far proving to be a good read, but I really didn't want to be stuck on a plane for 3 hours there and back reading about the world's dependence on oil. While I agree, it just gets to be a bit old fast. I picked up Jacque and ran out the door.
Seriously, I should have known there would be recipes in there before the plane took off. I was stuck for three hours with no food and one cup of water reading how to make roast chicken and gnocchi parisianne. I was dying. I decided right then and there, I was going to cook.
My sister is coming to visit this weekend, and I told her I was going to cook. She was a bit shocked. Neidell women don't really cook. My mom prepared dinner for us when we grew up, but it wasn't really cooking. It was more like cafeteria style get the food out for the masses kind of thing. So, for me to say that I was actually going to cook is a big deal.
Its on for Friday night. I'm thinking roast chicken with potatoes and asparagus. I'm already salivating thinking about it.
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Do post about the dinner. I'd love to know how it went.
Seriously, turned out great. I pretty much basted the chicken in dijon, white wine, garlic, soy, and a bit of tobassco, and then I roasted it. Couldn't get much better then that!
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