|This is an old bad picture, taken with my point and shoot. Not that it would have been better with the new camera...|
Heather and Walt used to live next door to us. Then they had babies and moved. We like to think it had to do with wanting cul de sacs and such and not that they were afraid of the influence we would have on their offspring. They come over and eat dinner every once in a while to keep from hurting our feelings. They're nice like that.
I'm pretending it's fall outside, so despite the fact that it's still stinkin' hot, I decided on a fall-like menu.
Cocktails: The Parker
Maple-Mustard Glazed Hens
Roasted Sweet and Russet Potatoes
Asparagus with Ginger
We had the whole 60s vibe going, with some Sinatra playing, a fancy cocktail, company for dinner, and me in pearls and a pair of pumps and a pretty dress. Well, OK, so I was wearing flip flops and a Captain Caveman t-shirt. I can't really pull off "elegance". Not on my person, anyway. Food and accompaniments, I can handle.
|Suggested Musical Accompaniment|
The chicken marinates in a mixture of mustard, maple syrup and some spices. Then I just put them on a foil and parchment lined roasting pan and they sat and waited for the grill to heat up.
|I didn't get a picture of them cooked. They look like this, only browner.|
|A long time ago in a bar far, far away...|
This is Pootie playing Cafeteria Worker in the Algonquin hotel room with the shower cap.
Anyway, I had a Parker ready for Heather to try out when they arrived. She liked it. Walt stuck with beer.
The hens went on a 400F grill for about 40 minutes and they were ready. Roasting things, in my book, is the way to go for a fast, low-fuss dinner. And judging by the plates when dinner was over, everything was received well. Yep, ply them with enough booze and food, and people will come see you!
Hey. It works for me.
Here's the .pdf of the chicken, if you'd like to try it.