It’s that moooost wonderful tiiiime of the week. (Song reference, anyone?)
In the line-up vying for a spot in for tonight’s faff: blood oranges, fennel, a clump of chicken pieces, organic potatoes, chicory…
How to bring it together wasn’t entirely obvious, but I knew one thing: tonight we needed a melt-in-your-mouth dish. Tonight we needed something rich in flavour. Tonight we needed chicken that falls off the bone.
I chopped up some fennel (LOVE fennel),
The three stages of undressing this particular orange were fun, but, well, bloody.
But hey, it was a colorful meal! And baby, that chicken fell off its bone.
It was made extra delicious by the fact that just exactly at the moment I was falling into despair that the Philosopher had been hit by a bus or kidnapped by Somalian pirates sailing the Thames he walked through my front door.
Phew. That was close.