...when you have just had a completely satisfying meal like the one I just had?
Roasted chicken, roasted to perfection I might add. The meat just fell off the bone. Not too dry and not too juicy. I prepared it by lightly dusting the top with freshly ground salt and pepper and inserting between the skin and the flesh several dabs of butter and bay leaves.
To compliment the bird I prepared a nice batch of mashed potatoes with sea salt, garlic, and cream. As a dressing I prepared a very light white wine sauce with generous amounts of butter, onions, mushrooms, and garlic and some of the drippings. If I had a larger kitchen I would have steamed some spinach as well, as that would have been a nice compliment, but frankly I just could not fit everything at once. With the dinner I enjoyed a generous scotch and soda. A nice white wine would have complimented it well, or else a crisp pilsner or lager, but I contented myself with the scotch as we can't have everything.
If this had been a more formal "do", I would have prepared a dessert; either a white cake or dessert bread with brandy or caramel sauce and some ice cream, or pastry puffs filled with whipped cream and berries.
But I must content myself now with sitting on the sofa, filled to the brim and ready to burst like the sated ball of love that I am and read States and Power in Africa. What a downer. Perhaps I will watch a film, instead?
