Disclaimer: I am not a food writer. Nor am I a chef. But today I felt the need to pretend to be both. You have been warned. Proceed with some caution, as well as a teaspoon of relief for my deep sense of aesthetics that prevented me from making this an illustrated post.
STAGE ONE ~ in which the chicken comes home ~
Step 1: Run out of cigarettes.
Step 2: Go to the store with more money than you need.
Step 3: Use keen eye to notice someone buying 3 out of 4 packets of Godrej's Real Good Chicken.
Step 4: Use survival instinct to quickly lay hands on the last packet.
Step 5: Make quick getaway (after paying for chicken and cigarettes) because time is of the essence.
STAGE TWO ~ in which the chicken waits ~
Step 1: Arrive home, musing upon exactly what essence it is of which time is made.
Step 2: Dump chicken next to sink.
Step 3: Have cigarette and use ciggie time to pop into Facebook for a few minutes.
Step 4: Use keen eye again, to look at tiny little clock on bottom right corner of screen.
5: Pause to wonder at how an hour can seem like a few minutes when
you're farming, and if it has something to do with the chemistry of that
mysterious essence of which time is made.
STAGE THREE ~ in which the chicken does terrible dirty things to your hands ~
Step 1: Remove chicken from packet, but leave it in its tray with all the blood and stuff.
Step 2: Take a moment to think about salmonella and cholesterol.
3: Use kitchen scissors to trim away fat from drumsticks and about 4
or 5 other pieces that you suspect might be chicken breasts or parts
thereof, or thereabout.
Step 4: Wash selected pieces and place in
prized Le Creuset baking dish that you do not use too often because it
is extremely heavy, even though it is a lovely bright orange.
Step 5: Take another moment to feel pleased with yourself, and light a cigarette while doing so.
STAGE FOUR ~ in which the chicken gets bathed with good things, but not all of them ~
Step 1: Dump a cup of yoghurt over the chicken in the baking dish (not the chicken in the tray).
2: Chop (or cut with kitchen scissors, which is more fun, provided you
are careful not to chop own fingertips) a few pods of garlic over the
bowl, and throw in some salt, paprika, mother's garam masala powder that
you found in the freezer, and coriander powder.
Step 4: Intend to add pepper and chopped ginger, but forget.
Step 5: Mix it all up nicely, and leave to marinate.
STAGE FIVE ~ in which the chicken feeds the cats ~
1: Place all the fatty dribbly bits that you cut off, into the empty
chicken packet, to be later donated to the neighbour with
Step 2: Do not even think of opening
the smaller packet of gizzards and things, merely place this gently and
generously into the cat pack.
Step 3: Trim and wash clean the remaining pieces, except the wings.
Step 4: Stuff the cleaned pieces into freezable tupperware a bit too small, and freeze chicken for another day.
5: Hope chicken freezes before tupperware lid decides to obey the laws
of physics and pop off, and ignore niggling thoughts about ice and
STAGE SIX ~ in which the chicken does not fly ~
Step 1: Stare at chicken wings.
Step 2: Try to trim fat and skin off chicken wings.
Step 3: Fail.
Step 4: Consider putting chicken wings into cat pack.
Step 5: Put chicken wings in empty yoghurt carton and freeze until you can ask mother what to do.
STAGE SEVEN ~ in which the chicken does not feature ~
1: Peel the three least squishy potatoes, and dice - but big dice not
those piddly tiny dice you get in Indian board games.
Step 2: Ditto for carrots.
3: Place carrots and potatoes in amazing and amazingly expensive
German AMC dish which does not make loud scary whooshes and whistles
like a pressure cooker and is easier to clean, and also easier to open
Step 4: Sprinkle more salt than you need so that you
can later say to yourself knowingly, "Ah .. next time, less salt, I
think," and a generous measure of dried oregano, because it smells nice
and looks like something a chef would do, and a capful of water, and
Step 5: Recall that oven underneath needs to be pre-heated and put the oven on.
STAGE EIGHT ~ in which the chicken returns, briefly ~
Step 1: Snap off tips of snow peas and pull down along the shorter side.
Step 2: Admire interesting little spirals of snow pea peelings. Play with them for a few moments to nurture your inner child.
3: Think about how good it is you forgot to put a lid on the tinned
mushrooms you opened and poured into tupperware yesterday because
otherwise you would not have noticed them in the fridge today, and
decide to add mushrooms to your dish.
Step 4: Pour olive oil in skillet for onions that you have not chopped yet.
Step 5: Brown chicken instead.
STAGE NINE ~ in which the chicken goes to hell ~
Step 1: Brown chicken until brown, and little hot dots of oil come popping up out of the skillet to land on your forearms.
Step 2: Remove chicken from fire, and place in baking dish.
Step 3: Bend from the waist because knees hurt even more than back and place chicken in hot fiery oven.
Step 4: Feel a great sense of accomplishment, in advance.
Step 5: Return to jobs yet to be accomplished.
STAGE TEN ~ in which the chicken has visitors ~
Step 1: Peel and chop onions. Cry a little.
Step 2: Ignore strange bubbly chicken fat things in oil, and fry onions in same skillet to save the environment.
Step 3: Cook onions on low fire till pinkish, then add snow peas and mushrooms.
Step 4: Tell yourself that you did not need to add garlic anyway.
5: Stir for random amount of time, then add to baking chicken. (Remove
chicken from oven for this. Do not forget to put back in. Also see
Stage Eleven, Step 5)
STAGE ELEVEN ~ in which we wait for the chicken to cross the road of rawness ~
Step 1: Have another cigarette to mark completion of Stages One to Ten.
Step 2: Put vegetable peelings into compost bin, wash dishes and clear kitchen counter
3: Open oven door at least twice to stare deeply into eyes of chicken
(figurative eyes not actual ones which were not included unless they
were in the horrible little packet of gizzards and things) to see if
chicken is ready to come out.
Step 4: Make it an hour since the chicken went in, and remove from oven.
Step 5: Vow to always use irksome padded kitchen gloves regardless of kitchen towels being much easier to find. And thinner.
STAGE TWELVE ~ in which the chicken arrives, and departs ~
Step 1: Worry. The moment of truth is near.
Step 2: Serve yourself a plateful and eat.
Step 3: Have a second helping and a third, even though the chicken is drier than you'd like it to be.
Step 4: Finish all the mushrooms and wish you had added more.
Step 5: Share your wonderful experience with the world by blogging about it.
CONCLUSION ~ in which the chicken's tale concludes ~
Step 1: Resist temptation to visit Farmville. Keep blogging.
Step 2: Have one or many cigarettes while you write.
Step 3: Hate your mobile phone for ringing and delivering text messages.
4: Spend some moments thinking about if it would be safe to cook the
minced lamb that you left overnight on the back seat of your car.
Step 5: Take the cat's pack upstairs to your neighbour. Ask her about the mince.