Monday, November 17, 2008

Roasted Chicken... with mama-loshen

I'm no shtik or shiksa when it comes to making a really good roasted chicken, although I am a shtikl slow when it comes to making latkes. But I try. I am a simple mensh, afterall.

Regarding the potato latkes, I put a shmeer of chicken gravy on top. I may be a meshuggeneh, but I liked it that way. From so much pleasure, one could plotz! I am such a shmo.

Don't be a shlep or a shlump, try making latkes. Add some chives and bacon like I did. Oooops..didn't mean bacon. Don't like bacon...never eat bacon. :)

I did stuff the cavity with half a lemon and a quarter of an onion, fresh rosemary & sage. If you really want the recipe for all of this, ask and I will tell you. It's basically a roasted chicken recipe..with salt, pepper, and rosemary on the outside. I also basted it with melted butter and lemon juice..about every 15 minutes after the 1st half hour of cooking.
(my spellcheck went nuts with the yiddish)


peg said...

Hey Mellie?

I left a comment yesterday but don't see it.

I'm still using explorer so maybe it didn't work, but my other comments are there. Or, maybe you don't want my stupid comments anymore? That's ok. I wouldn't blame you.

best regards, anyway!

Melly/Melody/or Mel said...

I love your comments!! I don't know why it isn't there.

Peg said...

Thank you. I feel better. Hahn upgraded me to firefox.

Now that I've forgotten what I wanted to say... Your chicken looks unbelievable! Being Irish, I didn't find out that meat could have that beautiful roasted color until I was in my mid 30's.

Ah...I still recall my great-great grandmother's recipe by heart:

Put chicken in pot. Cover completely with water.

Boil the hell out of it.

1/2 way thru, add some kind of sour fermented vegetable along with potatoes, of course.

Continue boiling, preferably all day, or until the whole neighborhood reeks of poverty.

If law enforcement comes to investigate foul odor, invite them for dinner.

Heh heh, never use bacon. :)

Melly/Melody/or Mel said...


"reeked of poverty"...LOL!

peg said...


Have to admit, "reeks of poverty" is not my phrase. I can't exactly attribute it, but did come across it in an essay about Irish cooking. Hahahha! I think it said something like, boil until the whole house reeks of poverty. It definitely resonated with me after being brought up in a home where dinnertime (in retrospect) looked like "Fear Factor".

Maybe that's my attraction to your pictures. It's like looking at fine art that you know you will never experience in person.


Melly/Melody/or Mel said...


You are always welcome at my table. I love to feed people.

As far as Irish food goes, I love the potatoes and cabbage dish! Colcannon?