We still have a lot of butternut squash, spaghetti squash and pumpkin to eat.
Sometimes, however, we like to take a break.
This was a partial break.
I wanted different flavors with this chicken, so I added a rib of celery and a carrot for flavoring rather than as an anticipated side dish.
I roasted potatoes and (you guessed it) butternut squash to go with the chicken.
You could just add more carrots to the slow cooker.
I have had mixed results doing potatoes in the slow cooker: they are either under-cooked or disappear completely so I normally cook them separately
Easy Chicken Thighs, Slow Cooker
Total time: 7 hours
- 6 chicken thighs, skinned
- 1 medium onion, chopped
- 2 cloves garlic, minced
- 1 rib celery, chopped
- 1 carrot, chopped
- 2 tbs parsley
- 1 tsp thyme
- 1 tbs tapioca
- 1/2 cup (4oz, 120ml) white wine
- 1/2 cup (4oz, 120ml) chicken stock
- 2 tbs Dijon-style mustard
- Combine onion, garlic, celery, carrot. herbs, tapioca, and wine.
- Put in the bottom of the slow cooker.
- Top with chicken, fitting it in carefully.
- Combine mustard and chicken stock. Pour over the chicken.
- Cook on low, 6 1/2 hours. Stir once after 4 or 5 hours if possible
- Remove chicken, vegetables to a platter and serve.
We are reading a classic this month for our book club: “Far From the Madding Crowd”, by Thomas Hardy (1874)
When I was in school, both my American Lit and my English Lit classes required the reading of classics so I’ve read a lot of classics.
I’ve read the Iliad and the Odyssey in poetic form.
I’ve read both the Decameron Tales (Boccacio) and Canterbury Tales (Chaucer)
I’ve read Shakespeare (but only the Comedies…. I have my limits).
I enjoy, or at least, enjoyed, reading all of those and many more classics…. but it’s been awhile since I’ve read anything that hasn’t been written recently.
And, as much as I love murder mysteries, legal thrillers and general ‘beach reads’ they are just not written in the same style.
The modern authors don’t use quite as many compound sentences and polysyllabic words.
I was about 25 pages into “Far From the Madding Crowd” and I started to wonder if I was really capable of finishing it.
To be fair (to me, not the author) there were at least 5 full pages used to describe the inhabitants of the local pub… all seven of them.
To be fair (to the author) when I was finished reading the descriptions, not only could I have easily picked every one out of a crowd I knew them well enough to have a conversation about their lives.
I decided to stop treating the book as something I needed to finish and to start enjoying the flow of the words, the clever turn of phrase, in-depth descriptions… and stilted dialogue,
I struggled on….. By the time i was a third of the way through I was enjoying it. I was actually sad when I finished it.
Maybe it’s like riding a bicycle after many years… a bit wobbly at first but it comes back.
I might even dig out some of those old books from school.
Right after I read this latest murder mystery.