littlek wrote:Tell us about set's plate after dinner, ehbeth!
Nosey, ain'tcha . . .
Last night we had fusilli in a thick tomato sauce with mild italian sausage, onion, garlic, spices--all that good junk. We had eaten almost all the sausage, so the left-over pasta and t-sauce were tonight's side dish.
We had a salad, cukes (eBeth don't eat 'em, i got 'em all), cherry tomatoes, shredded cheddar, bacon bits and radiccio on a bed of romaine and spinach leaves.
For the main course, i roasted a hen. Fattest damned hen i've ever seen. When i was a child, we raised our own chickens, so we had good ones for a meal--but this was till the fattest damned hen i've ever seen. I roasted it in carrot and apple juice with about 15-20 unpeeled garlic cloves, and crossed two strips of bacon over the breast to keep it moist--it took more than an hour and half, one hour at 350, and half an hour at 450. When we roast a chicken like this, i like to take the leg quarters and leave the wings and breasts for eBeth. So, normally, i get two legs and two thighs. I had one leg quarter--one leg, one thigh--and i'm stuffed. It'll have to wait until tomorrow to finish it.
Fattest damned roasting hen i've ever seen . . .