I’m not sure WHAT to do about Three French Hens, because frankly, I’m still a little bummed that I can’t grow chickens in my backyard.
See, I recently moved and I thought even though I still technically live in the city, maybe I could have chickens. I wanted three chickens, and I was going to name them Shirley, Goodness and Mercy.
They’d eat bugs and lay eggs, and I could live my Green Acres fantasy in style, but alas, it was not to be.
This reminds me a funny story about Andre.
A few weeks ago my heat went out, and the only place I had to stay was with a good-looking gentleman friend upon whom I once harbored an epic schoolgirl crush. Was Andre fazed? Mais non. Not even a little.
Later that day I told him I’d purchased a copy of The Complete Robuchon
Andre lost. his. MIND.
“Why you needs zat book?! You no needs zat book! *I* cooks for you! *I* brings you my recipes!” and on and on and on (did you know the French were an emotional people? It’s true!) until I rued the day I’d mentioned bringing another man’s cookbook into my home.
So, in the theme of “it’s not cheating if you don’t get caught” I present unto you three French hen recipes popular at Château Gâteau.
James Beard’s Chicken with 40 Cloves
Alton Brown’s fussy Coq au Vin
Chicken Provençal from Goons with Spoons
All are best prepared in a Le Crueset French Oven
I like the oval one better than the round; it’s prettier.
I love your taste in most things, but on this I disagree. I have the round one, and it is absolutely perfect.
Comment by RZA — January 2, 2009 @ 8:42 pm