About 25 years ago, I wrote a short essay for a friend’s small magazine about my relationship with cooking and recipes. Then, in my mid-50s, I was trying to find my way from relying on recipes, as my mother did, to thinking about the ingredients I had and what I could do with them on my own, as my aunt (my mother’s younger sister) did.
Finally, well into my 70s, I think I’ve finally made it. Today, I had a small piece of leftover
I only needed to get a potato and carrots at the supermarket. In the kitchen, I put the stock on and brought to a boil while I cut up the potato and peeled and cut up two carrots. Everything when into the boiling stock and cooked, while I cut up the chicken. The chicken went into the pot when the potato and carrots were softened, just to heat up. Done in less than 30 minutes—and 2-3 servings.
The only thing missing was a thyme sprig from the packet in the fridge. Next time!
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