So apparently chickens are flammable. I found out the hard way last night while cooking chicken for the non fish lovers in the family. I’m still getting used to cooking with charcoal and I made the mistake of walking away after I put the chicken thighs on the grill. I had other parts of the dinner to prepare. The grill didn’t think that was a good enough excuse. When I checked the chickens were balls of flame. I removed the grill part with the chicken from the heat and started blowing the chicken out like candles. Oops. Fortunately they weren’t flaming chickens for long and they turned out ok if you ignore the blackened outside. Forgive me but I was too busy to take a pic.
Luckily everything else went smoothly. The other day a few of us popped down to Saumur to check out the market. It was a lot of fun and quite large. It wanders through a lot of streets but we found the food side and found some wonderful ingredients. One was selling fresh mushrooms including pink ones. I have no idea what they are called but he also had shiitake mushrooms so I got a bit of both. I also found a lovely piece of salmon. There was a bit of language juggling as we sorted out I wanted the skin on but the scales off. But we got there in the end.
In a skillet heat up a few tablespoons of olive oil. Once it is hot add the mushrooms and garlic. Stir as it begins to cook so the mushrooms are evenly coated with the olive oil. The mushrooms will shrink a bit. As they begin to brown add a bit of lemon juice to taste along with salt and pepper. Near the end add a healthy handful of the basil.
In addition to setting the chicken on fire I also grilled salmon. I was much more successful with that. I added a bit of lemon juice and thyme along with salt and pepper to the salmon and cooked it medium rare.
I’m not sure what rose this was but it was stunning. It was like it was lit from within. The gardens were lovely though in the cisterns I thought ducks were stuck given the sounds. Turns out to be two frogs. Not sure if there was a massive argument or one of them was hoping Barry White music would break out. But one was running and one was chasing!
Roger from Food, Photography, and France was kind enough to email me about Les Halles in the towns. So I went back today as I didn’t know what market was on and this one came recommended. It had some amazing cheeses to chose from. And there was a fresh produce stall. So thank you Roger!
We found a bistro to have lunch. They seriously know how to do cheese plates here.