Have you ever lost a favorite recipe?
Seems impossible in today’s environment, doesn’t it?
But this was a favorite before the internet.
I was just getting serious about cooking…. (It was probably a recipe from Bon Appétit – my favorite cooking magazine at the time.)
We were both working long hours and I remember this was very quick and easy.
I remember that it used chicken breasts and cabbage.
I also remember that it was pink…. A very pretty pink, actually.
I made it often.
I can’t believe I never saved the recipe.
I’ve looked for it now and again but with no luck.
Fast forward to this week when I discovered the red beets in the fridge with a slightly old ‘use by’ date.
I started thinking pink.
The recipe, Chicken, Red Beets and Green Cabbage, has been updated, nutrition information added, and re-posted here: Balsamic Chicken and Red Beets.
Okay, so I failed in achieving this pretty pink color.
I made the original in the US so I would have used white cabbage, not green, and likely would have used red wine vinegar, not Balsamic.
And, frankly, I’m not certain if I would have been happy with that shade of pink….
Regardless of the color, this was seriously good.
I now have not only saved the recipe but shared it with all of you.
I’ll be making it again – and before the ‘use-by’ date has a chance to expire.
On another note I saw something very strange today when I was out slogging through the mud with the dogs.
We were walking along the edge of the field and it looked like it had been freshly plowed.
I know that’s impossible…. Not even a seriously heavy-duty farm tractor would be able to drive through these fields at the moment, let alone pull a plow through them.
There’s still standing water everywhere.
It was a puzzle.
Then, as the girls and I crested the hill, I saw something else that I hadn’t seen in weeks, maybe months….
Seems I had been paying so much attention to where my feet were going, so as not to go ass-over-appetite through the mud and down the hill, I hadn’t noticed that the sun was shining.
I looked back at the field.
Sure enough… it was simply the sun shining on the furrows, creating shadows, that had made it look freshly plowed.
As I watched the sun went back behind the clouds and everything returned to normal.
But that brief moment of sunshine gave me hope that, just maybe, some day soon the rain will stop.
If it doesn’t I’m going to shave the puppies dogs.