Sunday, September 19, 2010

Chicken With Forty Cloves of Garlic

Tonight we're feasting on a braised chicken, actually with only twenty cloves of garlic, because forty is for two chickens.  Home grown garlic, home grown oregano and rosemary, a good quality chicken, now defrosting on the kitchen counter. 


Last night we shared a steak that was on sale, and we shared a baked potato (a big one) and we shared a pear tart I made for dessert.  All this sharing has nothing to do with frugality but more to do with keeping one's weight in check.  Also shared a long walk through the woods.   Walking is a great activity, and it's free. 


When I got out my walking stick, the orange cat (a new cat to the household) took one look and raced upstairs.  He has perhaps an interesting story about sticks which he can't tell us.   Many years ago my father was visiting us, and he took it upon himself to sharpen all the dull kitchen knives.  My god, the cat freaked and took off at fifty miles an hour.  Another interesting story.  Animals can talk in their own way. 
The garden is just about gone except for the herbs and a couple grape tomatoes.  I only have two bulbs of garlic left, having eaten ((or almost eaten) nine and gave one away.  It was great garlic.  There is a lot of bang for the buck with herbs, too.  


The nasturtiums are still blooming, and for some reason, the aphids left them alone this year.  We had a big hawk sitting NEXT TO the bird feeder yesterday.  My husband wanted to take a picture, but I chased him before he could eat any of my birdies.  Wish the hummingbirds would migrate.  I'll worry about them until they show up again in May. 


With the cooler weather, one begins to think pot roast,  chili, beef stew, chicken pot pie and spaghetti and meatballs, the heartier fares.  Shop the sales.  Eat seasonally.  Clip those coupons!  Make out your menus for the week from the specials.  You do make out menus and a food plan, don't you?  Shopping willy-nilly is not paring any cheese. 


Yours in thriftiness, 


The Cheeseparer




Italian prune plum tart.  Found all over Germany in late summer, made with either with a crusty dough somewhat like shortbread  (muerberteig) or a yeast dough (hefeteig).  I sprinkle a few sliced almonds on top.  Tastes as good as it looks.

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