I’m rather well known for my homemade baguette recipe that I’ve been making for years; I frequently take it to potlucks, dinner parties; often tied with twine to be presented to the host of the gathering as a thank you; and who doesn’t love the idea of being gifted a good bottle of wine and a homemade baguette? I honestly can’t think of a better gift I would rather receive, especially when it can be enjoyed at that moment with great friends, family.
Please note that I exclusively use chicken thighs, but you may certainly add legs if you should so desire…however, I would avoid white meat of any kind since it will most certainly result in a drier, less flavorful, less enjoyable experience. Also, if you wish to exclude the croutons I’ve described below, I implore you to refrain from ever looking at this recipe again; and please gainfully, joyfully move onto another source for coq au vin - your kind will not be tolerated, let alone understood whilst on this website or in my general vicinity. Besides, the buttery, satisfying crunch of the toasted bread is nothing short of culinary nirvana.
Still, there was something beautiful, endearing about her delicate laughter interspersed with a few short lines of an original song that only she could construct in that car, during that trip, at that time. These are the moments, the rituals that I understand will cross my tattered mind when I’m an old man…hell, they’re the memories I have now.
Once in a hidden back aisle of the school library when they were alone, she had made eye contact, nuzzled his neck delicately for just a moment; but they were interrupted by another kid looking for “The Bridge to Terabithia.” It’s the kind of love that kids felt innocuously back in the early eighties, before it got serious, before it could actually hurt.