It wasn't hard to choose the recipe we wanted, because we had talked for a while about making a chicken pot pie, and there was a rather nice recipe which even included extra vegetables (green beans and yellow squash) to make you think that you are eating healthily. The recipe spread over four pages:
That should have been a clue that it was going to be a little complicated, but we are good at ignoring such clues, and started the whole process at 7.00 pm after putting Evelyn to bed. But we had a helper! Ronald was visiting from England, and he was in charge of reading the recipe out when called upon:
First of all, the filling. Chop the carrots:
Note champagne bowl to my right. Ronald demonstrated he is the ideal guest by bringing Veuve Cliquot with him. |
Then cook onion and carrot in the butter until soft, and add flour:
Add quite a lot of flour, actually:
Naturally, it was only after adding all six tablespoons of flour that we realised the flour I had added was completely the wrong sort. I had added self-raising ('self-rising', as it's called here) flour. Luckily, because this dish doesn't involve baking, it didn't matter. Then a generous amount of wine is added, along with stock and tarragon. Stir and simmer. Then for the extra vegetables. Yellow squash:
and green beans (not pictured here). After they had been added, I thought the pot needed a little more stock so they could simmer properly:
Looking good:After a bit more simmering (it took rather longer than the recipe suggested for the beans to cook), we added the chicken pieces and some cream:
The topping was Katherine's domain. First of all, she rolled out some (store-bought, frozen) puff pastry with flour (the right kind - in fact, it was because she was using the right flour that I had taken the wrong flour from the cupboard). Then it was scored and brushed with cream, and put into the oven. It came out looking pretty good:
Assemble the two components together, and you get something looking suspiciously like the picture in the book:
Now, to accompany it we had mashed potatoes, cooked in my beautiful new copper pot and then riced with my new ricer:
For some reason, the mashed potatoes, served on the side in a ramequin, didn't make it into the final shot.
But this is the unmistakable sight of friends eating a good dinner, with good wine. At 10.00 p.m. at night.
Next up: "Everyday Food" again, this time, "Timesaving Tricks". Maybe we'll get to eat at 9.00 p.m. this time?
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