I don’t mean to brag, but I’ve whipped together a simply wicked Coq au vin courtesy of the Observer — I was given instructions by her roundness this morning to cook anything, so I did, and I must say it is simply magnifique.
This is all good as S has had another mega day, what with a full day of floods, sinking ferries and pending chaos in Timor Leste, so hopefully a hearty plate of chicken in red wine sauce will help make it all seem worthwhile.
The only problem is that normally when we have this dish, it is one bottle of red for the dish and another for us, but now, with S on a nine-month alcohol fast (also known as being pregnant) I’ve ended up with a spare half a bottle of wine — luckily I have to stay up till all hours to watch Australia play… 