SophiaComment

To Every Season Turn, Return

SophiaComment

The Poppycakes live in Ohio. This means that we have been pummeled with the meat tenderizer of political ads. We are ready to end it all--the election season that is. It reminds me of the writers' conference I attend nearly annually. I look forward to it  all year but when it actually arrives, I am really into it for about a day or day and half and then I am wiped-out from all that energy, all that opining. 

Tonight we're going to settle in for warmth and cozy and some Indian-Spiced Roasted Chicken, nan bread, a side of yogurt and  an intended cucumber salad. (The cukes didn't find their way to Poppycakesville so we settled for a simple spinach salad with the final garden tomatoes.) 

No photographs of the dish but imagine a whole chicken roasted in my fabulous saffron roasting pan and doused with a marinade  of  yogurt, garam masala, lime juice, curry paste and a teaspoon of sugar. I coated the outside of the bird, lifted the flesh away a little and slipped the marinade under the skin and in the body cavity. It smelled heavenly while cooking and made a wonderful spicy way to cozy in and watch the election results.

The Poppycakes have decided this will be a repeated winter dish.