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November 09, 2010
We know now the chicken came first.
Not the egg.
And we know that it was Henry IV, in 17th century France, who first said it, reputedly wishing that each of his peasants would enjoy "a chicken in his pot every Sunday."
Not Herbert Hoover, who many thought said it.
Although we know that The Republican Party did use it in a 1928 campaign promise, touting a period of prosperity that had provided a "chicken in every pot, and a car in every backyard, to boot."
We won't talk about 1929.
The history of the chicken (Gallus domesticus) is a bit of a mystery.
People who study these things suspect they came from the red jungle fowl (Gallus gallus), and likely got together with the grey jungle fowl (G. sonneratii), which occurred about 8,000 years ago in Southeast China.
The exact date when they ran afoul of said pot is not known, but we have determined the hot pot goes back more than a thousand years and that Mongol Warriors had been known to cook with their helmets.
No known recipe of chicken in a helmet exists.
Recipes do exist for a pot, however.
The French, as you might suspect, make a nice version.
It's easy.
Brown the chicken first, (or not) and some aromatic vegetables.
Then cook the bird in a covered pot at a fairly low temperature, with a few quarts of chicken stock. Throw in some spices, and in an hour to two, depending on its size, perfection will be yours.
Which, if you like, you can turn into Chicken Pot Pie Provencal, without much fuss.
You can also save the skimmed broth for soup to administer to your seasonal colds.
(If you're not up to potting your own, you can go directly to the Carnegie Deli in New York City and have the "Boiled Half Spring Chicken," with potatoes and vegetables.)
Every culture, of course, has their own chicken in a pot.
In Spain they add tomato paste, beer and olives.
In Morocco, peanuts.
In China, bamboo shoots and ginger.
In Hungary?
Paprika. Then more paprika.
Well...I'm sure you would like to add something.
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Never visit a commercial chicken rearing unit if you want to eat chicken.
Never visit a chicken plucking & processing plant if you want to eat chicken.
The only justification I can come up with is: If it's dead, at least it's been liberated from a horrible life.
Years ago, I kept backyard chickens & had to get somebody to do the wringing of necks , gutting & plucking of feathers because I really could not bear to do it myself. What a wimp I am! The males were culled as youngsters (roast chicken) the females were culled when they stopped laying - ancient birds and the only thing to do was braise them, or make soup.
Whatever you do with your chicken, be sure it is thoroughly cooked!
Good day Hazel. How is life in Wales this
fine autumn morn? In my own little part of Georgia, everything is just
peachy.
One would think that to be a Governor (Sonny
Perdue) or a Lieutenant Governor (Casey Cagle) in Georgia, you must first be
able to rule the roost. Cagle's chicken and Perdue Farms turn out millions of
chickens every year. Contrary to popular belief, the governor and the lt.
governor have nothing to do with either business.
Chicken processing is an interesting business and a
major source of employment and barbeque in this state. The chickens lead a
pampered life from incubation to selection. When Jim Morrison wrote the
words...Not to touch the earth, not to see the sun, nothing left to do but
run, run, run. Let's run...he was inspired by his summers of working the
local chicken farms while putt-putting his way through college.
The road trip to the processors and the subsequent
beheading and death are necessary evils that a chicken must endure to complete
his or her karmic cycle.
The road trip could involve more pampering if the
companies would only provide a limo, but the caged ride to the processing plant
(death row) serves as a time of reflection and meditation for the condemned.
The souls of many wayward chicks have been set on the path to glory on this last
ride. There is an expression bandied about among those left behind as the truck
drives off into the early morning darkness...If you listen closely you may hear
them clucking, Dead chicks riding.
I have been to visit many processing plants in The
US, Mexico, Canada and the UK and I will say that for the most part, they are
sanitary and mostly mechanized. I cannot vouch for their life on the farm or
their diet, but the many processing plants that I have visited are well managed
and the chickens always come out all gussied up and ready for Sunday
dinner.
Bebe, it's a food day...everyone is going to share their favorite chicken
recipes.
Where is that damm rooster that is supposed to wake up this village?
Sleeping in? NO, oh no, please no...Robbie Bob Rooster is missing. Anyone
care for a chicken biscuit?
paolos~ I eat chicken, just don't like to think too much about how it got onto the supermarket shelf.
more on the honor rollHaving dropped a pin, I can tell you that it is pin-drop quiet in the Upper Midwest this morning-- inside and out with a bit of low haziness to soften the look of everything to the east.
The alarms are turned off and the fire-drill urgency of recent months and years is gone.
Yesterday afternoon, my wife was able to convince her poor, ill and terror-tortured mom that the God, by whom she had felt forsaken, had made a place for her, and that there was nothing remaining to keep her from taking that place.
Her breathing became intermittent and finally stopped altogether. A long sought gift.
One of that little lady's favorite dishes had been John Thorne's roasting bag chicken and vegetables in a pastry shell.
Chicken parts, sweet onion and parsnips are place in a large roasting bag which is immersed in less than boiling water for quite awhile.
Think about that: the liquid is real chicken broth-- no water.
That silky, succulent, most chickeny meat is combined with carrots and peas and the parsnips in your favorite white sauce or gravy using all of the golden juice.
Bake a package or two of Pepperidge Farms pastry shells, fill them and you are in tall cotton.
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM..........................chicken..........................
Grandma Moses once said if she didn't become an artist, she sould have raised chickens. I am glad she chose to paint. After playing a game of chicken with my buds (doing figure 8's on our bikes until someone crashed at the intersection point) I would sit down and have a big helping of chick'n and dumplins on Sundays after church. Free range is probably the way to go if you don't want to grow man breasts these days with all the hormones injected. Yep, watching your granny wring a chicken's neck was an adventure but when it was breaded and fried you forgot about it as you passed the mashed taters. Going to a farm lets you know early on that life on Planet Earth is not a Disney Movie but an intricate relationship of predator and prey and respect for our resources. Every bite I take is sacred to me and I try to consider the number of people who participated in my partaking of every hot wing I consume. That is why I am a capitalist. We teach nutrition but don't spend nearly as much time teaching gratitude. Thank you is all that God and your Mom or Wife ever asked as you loosen your belt a few notches after a fine chicken dinner.
STONEY..............my thoughts go out to you & your wife..............it sounds like her mother is at peace for the first time in a long time. Be well my friend..............
Stoney, I had to read your entry twice before I realized your wife lost her mother. Right now, your mother in law knows she wasn't forsaken, she is in a blissfull state of reunion. Thank you for sharing that.
Stoney, You know and please let your life know that I am sorry for your loss. Our prayers are with you.
Finally........something we can all sink our teeth into.........food! I am home w/ strep throat & will soon be making a pot of matzoh ball soup; IVAN.....if you were here I would put an extra bowl on the table.................
STONEY.............the creamed chicken & veggies in a pastry shell is such a great comfort food............for some bizarre reason in the town where we shop ( we live in the county....the local minimart will go only so far.....) not one store sells Pepperidge Farm bread.........my friend who lives outside of Memphis will occasionally bring me the loaf of thin sliced sandwich bread which is the best toast on the planet. Food, glorious food...............oh my.....................
Stoney~ Whew! I could hear your sigh of relief from this side of the ocean. Big hug to you & Mrs Stoney.
TMBWITW is your life, no?
Tommy, I couldn't agree with you more concerning the lack of gratitude this generation exhibits and even flaunts. The entitlement mentality children are now entering their mid twenties and very early thirties and will soon be influencing politics and all of our futures. I'm afraid a chicken will not do. Entitlement folk are very particular about the quality of the free stuff they demand.
Stoney- Peace to you and yours. That place of which Ms Stoney alluded to is where we all belong and is my image of that spiritual bungalow with that everblooming garden, a comforatable and safe haven and the source of many of my thoughts. Nothing is worse than feeling forsaken I often reflect and nothing can be more beautiful than the wandering one who comes home. Blessings and a cup of metaphorical Chicken Soup.
bebe~ a bowl of jewish penicillin cures all ills.
My cats are going crazy 'cos I just brought in a bag of shopping with a big free range chicken inside. Think I'll take the legs off & marinade them in yogurt & spices to make a tandoori. Pot roast the rest. With lots of garlic.
paolos~ Wot?
Hazel ~ I left that for Stoney, I mistyped life for wife, then upon seeing
the typo corrected it for him in my own inimitable way. Indicating that TMBWITW
is not only his wife, but his life and that my typo regardless of how careless
was maybe not that far off the mark.
Stoney..... prayers for you and your loved ones are floating up along the coast of the Great Lake ... peace out
just add some big-ass wavy egg noodles, carrots, onions, and then season to suit your own taste just a few seconds after a chicken runs through it....
I tried chicken in pot once but I didn't inhale. Where is Road Yacht? I
cannot fill his shoes, people. I am not worthy to sweep the dust from the path
he walks, but I will have a go at it if the money is right. Unless Tommy T is
the low bid...damm capitalists (grumble, grumble).
Okay, Hereawego, firsta you take da chicken and you
plucka da feathers. Then you taka da feathers and puttum in da sack. Then you
taka da sack and trow it inta da backa seat and use it for a pilloh. Now you
taka da chicken again and you smear it with butta. Thisa called butta da
chicken. You butta da chicken and trow it in da pot. You rolla da chicken in
da pot until itsa covered and then you trow it in da smokah. You alighta da
smokah and that's ahow you asmoke a chicken in da pot.
I know there is going to be detention for
this.
STONEY: God Give You Strength ... No matter how long one has been expecting something, it is still a serious impact when it finally happens, and is only eased slightly if the transition was seemingly easier ...
Peace Be Upon You and All Your House .......
Getting on with it all shows no disrespect, nor does it lessen fond feelings, or make anyone's having been here less important .......
Now Live and Be Well, as a monument to a Good Life gone by .......
If Colonel Sanders (of Kentucky Fried Chicken fame) would have had my Grandmother's recipe, he would have been a four star General.
Of course, it would have been a lot harder to fit on the big signs out front.
I've always been partial to a friccasee. A fancy name for stew. But with a little cream and mushrooms, what can be bad? By the way, has anyone heard from Doc Nolan? He last posted that he was trekking across the country. Hope he's okay.
Oops one c, in Fricasee. Sorry for my French. Then you include a cajun fricasee in a pot pie and you really have something.
The aroma of cooking chicken & garlic is wafting through the house. Just threw in a whole lot of veg & herbs & some pasta shells. Ready soon. All this food talk has made me hungry.
I don't quite know what to say, Stoney. I know there's relief, and for your wife much sadness. As her mother takes her place with god, I know the place she filled for all her years on earth, the sudden emptiness, will be painful. My thoughts are with you both, Stoney. If I say 'I had a feeling this was what was going on' - would you believe me? Please do, because I did. Peace be with both of you.
Four chicken breasts marinating in orange juice and lemon juice in the fridge.
Drain - salt and pepper, bake for 20 minutes or until almost done.
Pour a mixture of honey, ginger and cinnamon that has been brought just to a boil and had added to it a small amount of corn starch mixed in water to it. Add a bunch of raisins.
Back in the oven for five minutes.
Slice two bananas lenghtwise and then in half. Place a half on each breast and serve.
Not a one pot dish, but so good.
** forgive this poor recipe rendition; just writing it as I think -- and you know how busy it is in there (my head).
Stoney -- sincerest sympathy to you, your wife and family. Thank you for sharing her recipe with us -- by speaking of her often, and in fondness as you just did, you keep her alive.
Eloquence Park, well said.
If we measure eternity then measure our single life, we know (or should know) that our time on earth is a journey to an eternal place. A place of peace and joy, and reunion with those gone ahead to wait for us there. God is there too.
Nuthin' to do ‘bout chicken but it doeas concern a pot and I ran across this lil' gem surfin' the topic and thought you just might enjoy the detour......
Great recipes, Peter Lake and Andy. Paolos is volunteered to do the washing up.
PL ~ If dat don't bring out Willie Trask, nuttin will. Although this
might, it shows that the Boston Pops can lend an air of respectability to just
about any old hippie's music...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6H5yLNHSzeU
and stay on topic.
Hazel, I get the leftovers too.
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I guess it had to happen at some point, so here goes. I'm going to take a less juvenile approach as the intellectual temperature is high.
Why did the chicken cross the road?
Earnest Hemmingway: "So it could die, alone, in the rain"
paolos- you are THE MAN. That is the coolest video thingy I have seen in eons. I am putting on my headband as we speak. Makes we want to add a little Wavy Gravy to my Dixie Chicken ala Little Feat, Bonnie, Emily Lou, and Jesse. Take me to the river and be my Tennesse Lamb.
http://youtu.be/OO3ZMdcL8Pc
Tommy, you just described 3 of the 5 CDs in our living room five disc player. The bride and I rotate the remaining two slots with bluegrass, gospel, southern rock. I made chicken and dumplins for dinner just from reading all the recipes today.
Peter Lake, I take it the inventor of Frogmore Stew just didn't give a rat's arse about portion control?
PETER LAKE: An interesting Ditty !!! Certainly engendering a crave for things Cajun !!! Throw in about fifty pounds of Hotwater Cornbread, and a No.3 Washtub full of Beer, iced down and crusted with Ice Cream Salt ... a Country Boy could have a purdy Good Weekend !!! Add Zydeco and Banana Pudding, and nobody would ever wanna go home ...
Chicken n' Dumplin's is prolly the favorite Chicken Dish around here, not countin' plain ol' Fried Chicken ... To make Genyewine Suth'n Chicken n' Dumplin's I make it according to the Oldest, Southern Recipe ... found on all Plantations, before the War between the States ... and the only variation bein' that instead of makin' little Drop Bisquits for Dumplin's ... I mix Rye Flour with the Potato, Herbs, and Eggs ... to make my Dumplin's before boiling them for eight minutes in Heavily Salted Water and a bottle of ScrewTop White Wine ... For a real Kosher Treat, I make the Dumplin's out of Hotwater Cornbread Batter and Hrudka, which is a Romanian Farmer Cheese that anyone can make in his own Kitchen ... I spoon the Dumplin's and Deep-Fat Fry them just till the Golden Color appears ... lettem kool, and then put them in the Gravy, which has very little Flour, and is mostly Chicken Stock, Sour Cream, a little Olive Oil and Buttermilk. with chopped Chives and/or Eschallot, a little Fennel Seed, Capers, a Tinkerbelle pinch of powdered Tarragon ... MAYbe ... a few Black Olive Rings thrown in ... Nothing overwhelming ... All the Flavors meld together quite blissfully, and become barely perceptible when ladled into a large, shallow Soup Bowl ... There are of course, a few other ingredients that cook away from view in the making, but then ... I can't reveal all the Gypsie Secrets at once ... about six Bottles of Bolla Soave, chilled to Forty-Two Degrees, should get a small Krewe thru the meal ... and this ....... one learns to eat with a knife and a spoon ... not wanting to waste one drop of the Buttery-Yellow Gravy ... Best Dessert with this is a dish of Avocado and Grapefruit Wedges with Poppy Seed Dressing ... and more of the Soave ....... And I promise ... you won't gain a pound .......
Thank you Tommy and I reckon that Little Feat number oughta set Willie's toes to tappin'.
Paolos...Your link was "the un-classic" in a very classy way. Great mariage of music from an odd couple. Good stuff.
JALOPKIN~ never mind learning to eat with a knife & a spoon, reading you post, I think I'd be licking the plate.
I've got dibs on all of the pots, pans, cans and washtubs....... I've gotta go for a walk after that meal IVAN ... just to make room for some more...
Thank you, Peter Lake there is some amazing stuff on youtube and I haven't
a clue how it gets there. It brings to mind something of the treasures that must be swirling
in the inner workings of Ivan's and Hazel's cerebrums. I went looking for a
Grandpa Jones what's for dinner? episode as a tribute to the meal Ivan
just served up and I came back with this instead...it's the first I'd seen
it...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dKxhsd4x5u0
off topic but in the words of Willie Trask (who is
in hiding)...who cares?
Y'all gonna make me Redden up the way yer goin' on ... HAZEL, I leave the plate Lickin' to the Dogs(Corelle Only, No Noritake) and one can see why I prefer to serve this Dish in Big Pasta Bowls, actually, rather than on a plate ... I hardly ever serve any kind of Bread with this, because of the Richness of the Dumplin's ... but if somebody needs something to push with that is lighter than their knife, I can always gat them chilled Celery Stalks .......
PETER LAKE, Two easy turns around the Block, and it all settles quickly ... will keep you warm and full for hours, and energized, for whatever one may want to do ....... Some Good, Strong Black Coffee will help it all settle also .......
It is well worth all the trouble, making AND eating .......
How about a little Cab Calloway? Everybody eats when they come to my house. Have a salami, Tommy or howzabout a pancake Mandrake? I likes a little strawberry preserves on those buttery biskits or some cornbread to put in my buttermilk. http://youtu.be/3lgGItfKB0c
Ummgawa: I love your philosophical answer a la Hemmin'way, up there. Funny! Gotta have some angst, when you're an author. That was very good angst. ;)// Paolos: thanks for the reply to my mirror comment yesterday, the poem, the translation. I liked it a lot, and appreciated your input. I could have got laughed out of the village with such talking. I'm grateful to you, that I didn't. When I ask where shadows go, will you be around? I hope so. ;)
IVAN....................Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...........delicious! Of course you now have to give the village the recipe for Romanian Farmer's cheese........no way out baby!
PL..........I love your recipe w/ big *ss wavy noodles....how could a dish not be great w/ those in the bowl???!!!!
HAZEL........yes it is & I'm having a second bowl for dinner.........your chicken sounds delish!
BERT........thought of you today when I topped off the feeders w/ oiled seeds........hapy, chubby birds.........
Happy has 2 p's............doh........
Bwoal a whole chicken. Sawtay onions and garlic. Tho it in day wid the boid. Pull the boid ott day, by you a 4 can o whop biscuits. Get some flour, mash dem whop biskits in dee flour, cut dem up into six pie pieces, toss dem in the bowalin stock until you can jus barlee see an eclipse o dee sun thru dems, jus befo yo finish wid dem whop dumplins, toss you deboned chickin in day an cook for fideen mo minutes. Toss you sum dat salt and pepper till you like it.
Now you got de quickie cicken n dawmplins
Stoney, šālōm. At last.
Dang, all Y'all are sending me off to bed starving........as always. ;)
'Night Village.
xxoo
JaxZ~ Insomnia rules. So, smart-arse, how did you do that salom?
bebe~ While it is true that happy has two pees, I'm not happy that the need to do so has woken me up twice & I can't get back to sleep.
Thanks everybody. I am so proud of my wife and daughters who did all of the heavy lifting in caring for Granny even when she was unable to appreciate it. They are the greatest.
It occurs to me that I will be getting a lot more attention... even scrutiny. I... I don't know how that'll work out. If you don't hear from me...
Mr. Peterman says the chicken came first. But dinosaurs were laying eggs long before there was any such thing as a chicken.
Stoney, {{laughing}} I don't think we'd be able to count the number of "bolt holes" that would be offered should such a need arise, but I for one could not picture such a thing.
Stoney,
You know how much you and yours mean to me and mine, we will be there Sunday and then gone.
The one you love looks terrific but in Manhattan on Friday you scared me. Think about taking care of yourself now.
Thanks for getting us into the school.
JHG
DPR........and the universe began about 2,000 years ago................good point young man!