My godmother, Barbara, (aka BB), has been going up to Tahoe for years. As a wee kiddie, she’d take me up to Angora Lake (just below Echo Peak) for a month in the summer. The cooking always tended to be fairly uncomplicated as once we were in at the lake, there was no going out to shops til the following week.
Here’s a recipe that BB shared with my mom who then passed along to me. I wrote BB a letter telling her I’d doctored the recipe somewhat. I think we’ve moved on from dehydrated onions and canned mushrooms.
1 cup rice; 1 onion (red or white fine. I had spare red, prettier too); 1 cut up chicken (or I simply used 6 thighs as I love serving them, just the right size.); 2 cups of chicken broth; 1 - 2 cups sliced mushrooms depending on your liking; 1/2 cup of white wine; olive oil. Season as you see fit. I liberally threw in some Herbs de Provence.
Saute the chicken in oil til brown. Remove.
Put rice in bottom of a casserole dish. Sprinkle onion on top. And here I quote exactly from my mom’s directions: “Arrange chicken ARTFULLY on top.” Add mushrooms. And then as I had a few spare carrots, I added those in too as they’re so pretty to serve. Pour chicken broth and vino over it all.
Bake for 1 hour at 350.
And in my mom’s words:
Serve with flourish!
Laura Montini, Inc.com reporter, came over for the Data for Dinner evening where Laura Sydell/NPR interviewed Josh Tetrick/Hampton Creek at Susan’s home. Here is a link to the full article up on Inc’s site.
Some friends brought me over Habanero Jelly they made. It’s been sitting in my fridge patiently awaiting an airing. When I had a some buddies coming over the other evening I decided to make some Chicken Liver Pate (recipe here .. I substituted port this time instead of sherry). Chicken Liver Pate is so heavenly rich that it can really benefit from something to cut it at bit… and the Habanero Jelly was the perfect pairing. An explosion in the mouth! Served with some toasted slices of bread. I like to put the pate in the flip-top mason jars. It makes it look more yummy somehow.
D: instead of dinner, may I take you to a black tie thing at the Pierre?
Me: Obvs no. I hate dress up. (@viviennetam Winter 14/15; ridic old clutch from @katespade to look like NYT; hardware, this old stuff; perfume, Opium, taxi driver asked).