I’m taking the liberty to mix it up today by blogging about something I love to do besides writing, and that’s cooking. Maybe I’ll set up a separate cooking blog at some point.
So, today I’m cooking from Anthony Bourdain’s “Les Halles Cookbook.” I’m making poulet roti, or as Bourdain writes, “That’s a roast chicken, numbnuts!”
Anyone who knows me knows I don’t speak like that at all. Except when I’m driving (ask my kids!). So, I was thinking about roasting this chicken all day. I thought about it during a 3-mile walk, even stopped and picked up an organic-ish chicken on my way home. I though about it while watching the World’s Cup. The roast-the-chicken thing kind of took over.
I’m not following the recipe exactly. I added sage, even though he doesn’t list it because at the store, I could have sworn he said sage, so I bought some. Also, I don’t have any white wine, so I used red, wondering if Tony (can I call him Tony?) would be mad.
While tucking in herb butter under the skin, I wondered if anyone I know actually knows Tony. It’s possible. Also, I thought about the difference between loving to cook, and having to cook. Lucky for my family the love-to-cook-part took over, even if today I’m kind of mad at them. I also worked out some lines of prose in my head for some of my projects.
God, it smells good! Time to baste the chicken.