In Which I Cook Cumin Chicken

Ahem.

Today you see me as I sallied forth to cook. On-wing: pasta, cumin, black pepper, salt, and smoked paprika, some of my chicken stock frozen into cubes, garlic, lemon juice, lemon zest, onions, roasted red peppers, sour cream mixed with water, some flour and oregano, and grape tomatoes. You can't see the chicken. It was lurking in the refrigerator, in a marinade of olive oil, cider vinegar, garlic, oregano, and black pepper.

It's a good thing I didn't sneeze.

With weather uncooperative, I cooked the chicken on my stovetop grill.

My cumin sauce: I softened the onions in some olive oil, tossed in my spices, added my chicken stock, the red peppers, and then the sour cream. After it simmered for a while, I added my lemon juice. Shortly before serving, I mixed in the lemon zest.

And here it is: Chicken with cumin sauce, garnished with grape tomatoes and roasted red pepper, innocently resting on a bed of pasta until I rudely awakened it by plunging my beak into its tasty goodness.

--Don Puicxote

Espresso With RoosRoast Espresso

Ahem.

I fear I was a bit overenthusiastic in my recent consumption of alfajores. Delectable! I pecked my way through a classic. And a roasted almond. And a coconut. . . and a white chocolate. . . and a strawberry. . . and I finished up with a massive coffee alfajor.

For balance, I needed a cup of coffee. So I made some stovetop espresso (ahem -- that is RoosRoast espresso in the bag -- although it is masquerading as RFN).

The coffee was GOOD. It was so good, that I went after some dulce de leche. No bread; no apples or bananas; no ice cream; I just dipped my beak right in the jar.

-DP

Chilenitos

Maitelates -- Alfajores & Chilenitos

Ahem.

Apparently, today is Lord Valentine's Day. Humph. This place doesn't seem like Majipoor, nor do I note a Castle Mount in the general vicinity. From what I know of Lord Valentine, chocolate, roses, and little candy hearts have nothing to do with his reign. Not a juggler in sight, either.

My associates tell me that I "Need a Hunny." My associates apparently don't know that I live with Bears, and any "Hunny" that might give me company on this day, or any day, has already been consumed by bears, unless you consider the sticky mess crusting their fur. They don't like to share their Hunny. Hunnys? Is "Hunny" singular and plural? Whatever the case, it is/they are gone in a blink of an eye. Excepting the crusty bits in the fur.

So: Lord Valentine's Day; no "Hunny;" what do do? I flew to the Farmer's Market to visit Maite. No Hunny, but Dulce de Leche, a certainly acceptable, and not-quite-so-available substance.

Today, it snowed. After I managed the challenge of a doorknob, I flew down Miller Ave. until I reached the Market. Dollars in my beak, I fluttered over to visit Maitelates. I had intended to purchase a fine Dulce de Leche Alfajor; fate ruled otherwise. Instead, I flew off with three Chilenitos -- sweet crispy tubes of goodness filled with Dulce de Leche!

I ate two before I remembered I should document my acquisition. They were quite tasty! I highly recommend them! Available only on Market Day!

-Don Puicxote