I gleaned all the meat off the carcass and made stock. A LOT of stock. I reduced it for hours and hours, but still ended up with litres of the stuff. Not complaining about that though – it will come in useful. Here is the chicken sandwich I had for lunch with all the bits I rescued from the carcass before throwing it into the stockpot. Continue reading
This week I did something extremely unusual. On Monday I bought one whole Free-range chicken for £7.17 from a supermarket.
To highlight just how unusual a purchase this was, I would like to draw to your attention the following fact: the last time I distinctly remember buying a whole chicken was approximately 3 years ago, and that was to impress a boy. I mean, I was trying to impress him with the final dish of cooked chicken, not the act of purchasing poultry. I failed in this attempt by the way, but don’t bear any grudges towards the chicken. Continue reading