My true love gave to me a Partridge in a Pear Tree. In ancient times, a partridge was often used to represent a divinely sacred king. This gift is Christ, born on this Christmas Day. My True Love is God, who gave His children everything.Continue reading “On the First Day of Christmas”
Recently I had a chat with my Dad about chickens. I know, seems like a strange subject. We raised chickens when I was a kid, for their eggs. As far as I know, we never actually ate the chickens we raised, but I suppose that’s possible.Continue reading “Sunday Game Hen Supper”
Just a little Catholic Background for those who may not be familiar with the day. Our Lady of The Rosary was instituted by Pope Pius V. Originally Our Lady of Victory, it was to commemorate the anniversary of the defeat of the Turks at the Battle of Lepanto in 1571 on the first Sunday in October. The feast date moved each year until it was fixed to October 7. The entire month of October is dedicated to encouraging the Faithful to pray the Rosary, reflecting on the mysteries of the Christian Faith.Continue reading “Our Lady’s Holy League Feast”
Maybe it’s old-school thinking, but there is just something about chicken and Sundays that, in my mind, naturally go together. Go to church, come home and have a great Chicken Supper. Roast chicken, fried chicken. It really didn’t matter. It was chicken on Sunday.
I get my inspiration from a multitude of places, everything from serving the web to reading cookbooks. I am a very visual person, so pictures speak to me. While surfing the net for roasted chickens, I came across a recipe for a roasted chicken with an orange sauce. I read the recipe, but it didn’t fully jive with the photo. Hum, what’s up with that?
We had games hens on the meal planner this week. I had planned to make Portuguese Grilled Chili Basted Game Hens, a family favorite that was long over due. Step one: buy the game hens. Check. Step two: thaw hens in the refrigerator early in the week. Check. Step three: begin to marinate game hens 48 hours prior to grilling. Missed that step. Okay, how about 24 hours? Nope, got side tracked yet again. Eight hours? Not happening. Yet there they were – these beautiful game hens just sitting in the refrigerator, waiting to be cooked. I could hear them calling to me. Get creative. We deserve something out of the ordinary. And the hens were right, I really didn’t want to make any of my standard roasted game hen recipes no matter how delicious those recipes might be. It was far too warm a day to have the oven puffing away at 400 degrees for several hours. Nope, we were cooking outside. Sunday afternoon rolled around and it was time to punt. Continue reading “Punting with Spice Rubbed Barbecue Game Hens”
Depending upon which of the various “National” Calendars you subscribe to, today is National Oatmeal Cookie Day, National Chocolate Caramel Day, National Let’s Laugh Day, Certified Nurses Day and World Social Work Day. Considering today is cradled neatly mid-way into the Lenten Season, the idea of Social Work Day appeals to me. But that’s a subject for another time.
Today is the first Sunday of Lent. Just for the record, according to church teachings, Sundays are a day of celebration. In other words, Sundays are exempt from Lent. While eating meatless dishes are okay, Sundays are set aside for feasting together as a family, even during Lent. So make that big Sunday Roast, or cook up a beautiful chicken. After all; there is something about roasting chickens and Sundays that seem to go hand in hand.
Was it the beautiful, golden roasted Cornish Game Hens or the thought of a succulent orange sauce that drew you in? I’d be willing to bet you saw Fennel in the title and cringed, willing to give this recipe the once over, all the while thinking “maybe there’s a way around the Fennel.”
A true Cornish Game Hen is a young female Cornish chicken about 5 weeks of age, weighing around 2 pounds. These hens are a large-breasted breed of English birds. No longer raised for commercial purposes, true Cornish chickens are raised by backyard enthusiasts and small specialty farms. These are poor egg-layers, bred strictly for their meat. True Cornish chickens are slow to mature, making them undesirable for commercial farms. So what are we buying?
A few years back, I was on a Portuguese cooking kick. I couldn’t get enough of it. In this quest, I stumbled upon a treasure-trove of wonderful dishes at portuguesecooking.com. Not only were there recipes, but stories and tantalizing tidbits of how the dish came to be from folklore and historical facts of many of the dishes. Needless to say, I was in heaven, devouring the tidbits while adding recipe after recipe to my collection. I adore them all.
One Sunday morning I found myself standing in front of my freezer, a blank look on my face. I wanted to make chicken – after all it was Sunday. However, I was feeling particularly lazy and did not want to make our planned meal. What to do – what to do.
If you were to walk into my den, you’d see an entire wall of books – most of them deal with food. None are new. Some are over a hundred years old. These are my treasures.