Chicken Fricasee is a dish made for winter. It's a dish my friend Miss America also calls "French Chicken" and is a gloriously satisfying chicken recipe involving chicken pieces, onions, garlic, bay leaves, tarragon and white wine. It also happens to be very easy to make and perfect for feeding a family or a crowd.
Usually a fricassee is something between a saute and a stew (that's how it was described in "Mastering the Art of French Cooking" by Julia Child, Simone Beck and Louisette Bertholle) and involves a meat cooked with a white sauce. Traditionally a chicken fricassee does not involve browning the chicken but it isn't quite as appealing visually to have an all white dish. So we tend to break the rules a bit and brown the chicken because quite honestly it looks a bit like prison gruel otherwise.
If you want a comforting, gorgeous dish for the rain or cold, there isn't much better than this especially served with Pommes Anna, a layered potato dish that is made up of two ingredients: potatoes and butter. I was inspired to make this combination from a visit to a Sydney's Restaurant Hubert where they serve the two together. I added Swiss Brown mushrooms to the fricassee and plenty of tarragon. Usually Pommes Anna is done in a special copper tin called a "la cocotte à pommes Anna" that allows you to flip the dish over to crisp the potatoes on both sides. I just did it using two round baking pans.
Lately I've started to feel a bit lethargic. Call it the curse of Winter but everything seems to be a bit of an effort. The other day I dragged my feet to see my trainer Nina. I was training at her house and was typically late but when she opened the door I saw something that utterly delighted me.
It was a tiny, fluffy Maltese dog called Millie!
Long time readers will know that we've been trying to get a little dog but the head of the strata committee has blocked us at every turn. We haven't made any progress since and applications keep getting filed and rejected. It's a frustrating process designed to bog you down in paperwork and waiting. While we wait our upstairs neighbour who is on the strata committee plays cacophonous saxaphone unabated for hours each day.
But here was Millie, a gorgeous little white fluff ball that wagged her little tail and came for cuddles. She even could see when I was not happy lifting some weights and stood underneath me looking up at my imploringly (Maltese have very expressive eyes). Nina was dog sitting her for her neighbour. I couldn't stop thinking about Millie and we started to research Maltese terriers. Apparently they're a rather quiet breed especially compared to a pomeranian (the noise being the strata's sole objection).
That night I had a dream that I had four pets (okay in the dream I lost all of them! Hmmm...) and the next day I told Mr NQN that we should just forget the strata rules and get a dog because they were being unreasonable. He is always telling me off for breaking rules. I don't mean serious laws but more rules like fashion rules and societal rules. Or unreasonable rules dictated by strata buffoons.
"I'm just letting you know that one day, you're going to come home from work and I'll have a dog," I warned him. "And nobody will hear it because it will be a Maltese and to hell with the strata committee!" I think he believed me because the next night he came home and looked around excitedly. "Is there a doggy?" he asked.
So tell me Dear Reader, do you ever break the rules? And would you be tempted to get a dog anyway or would you wait for the strata approval? What is your favourite winter dish?
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