Somerset

November 23rd 2018

Today I offered to cook my parents dinner. When I moved back in a few months ago I did mention to Mum that I’d like to take the responsibility of cooking every now and then. Since that point, there hasn’t been much ‘then’ but today there was a ‘now’.

I consulted my esteemed colleagues on what they recommended I cook. My requirements were “I’d like a one-pot job because I’m a lazy chef” and “I’d like to challenge myself with something”

The wise one suggested a recipe he’d seen on “The Hairy Bikers” that turned out to satisfy my second requirement, but definitely not my first. Although I think I just made it messier than it needed to be.

The recipe he suggested was “Somerset Chicken”, which consisted of, well, this:

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Basically, it was chicken with mustard and cider. I know that doesn’t sound like a traditional combination of flavours, but it actually weirdly worked. And I somehow weirdly made it work.IMG_5293.JPG

Basically, you cook the chicken in the oven, make a cider-y, flour-y, mustard-y, cream-y sauce, mix the two together, add some rice, tenderstem broccoli, and you’re good to go. It sounds easy, but I was actually quite chuffed that I accomplished a reasonably tricky dish. And it tasted good too!

Mum even said “I would be proud if I’d made this myself” and that means a lot, considering my Mum is literally the best cook on the face of the earth.

For some reason, the recipe said to grate some cheese on top and grill it after it was cooked. I’m a firm believer in the old mantra “nothing is made worse by adding cheese”, so I embraced it, and did as the Hairy Bikers told me to.

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I’ll be honest, I didn’t really notice the cheese when I was eating it, but maybe that means I should’ve just used more cheese.

Anyway, here’s what I ended up with:

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It looks a bit stroganoff-y, but it’s called “Somerset Chicken” (I guess because they like cider in Somerset?) Oh yeah, that reminds me. I was supposed to put apples in it, but if you know anything about me, you’ll know that there was no way I was going to voluntarily put apples in something I was cooking. No, no, no no no.

To be honest, I don’t think they were missed. I do think, however, that I was quite impressed with my own efforts. And it shows that, when I put my mind to it, I can actually cook.

Until tomorrow, I just usually can’t be arsed.

Jacn

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