Firstly, Happy Easter! Hopefully there will be a proper Easter post later today if things work out.
Obviously, I am still a little stuck on Queen at the moment but only because the American Idiots were still mangling the songs. I had the misfortune of turning on the telly and as if pulled into a horrid fascination, watched them perform a medley of Queen songs that was so badly arranged I cannot believe that they had the band's blessings.
The only good thing that came from this was Chris Dougherty's (how do you spell his name anyway?) brief rendition of Under Pressure. Why didn't he just sing that the previous night?
Anyway, I'd cooked and written this recipe a while ago but just did not have the time to post it. But as the dish is Goan and so was Freddie, I thought it was time. Since I can't sing to save my life, I will pay tribute to the man with a talent and charisma as big as his teeth, in my own way - through food.
1 small chicken, cut up into 8-10 pieces
1 stick cinnamon
5 cardamon pods
6 garlic cloves
Knob of ginger about 2 1/2 inch big, sliced
8 green chillies, sliced
1 onion, chopped
50g fresh coriander
15 black peppercorns
Juice of 1 small lemon
1 tbsp salt
1. Pour the lemon juice over the chicken and add the salt, rubbing into the chicken pieces. Leave to marinate for about 30 minutes as you prepare the paste
2. Process the rest of the ingredients in your mortar & pestle or blender, adding the oil a little a time till you get a fine, smooth paste. You shouldn't need a lot of oil but if it is still too dry, add some chicken stock instead to avoid an overly greasy dish
3. Coat the chicken in the paste, leaving to marinate for at least 5 hours
4. Heat about 1 tbsp of oil in a shallow pan and cook the chicken, paste and all, on a slow fire till cooked through. How do you know if it's cooked? Stick a knife in the thickest part of the thigh and if the juices run clear, you're alright
5. Serve hot with steamed rice
I served this to Graeme when he was in town visiting me, accompanied by my Chicken Rice Pining in Red Peppers, essentially a stuffed red pepper concoction devised from my leftover chicken rice, pine nuts, haricot verts, spinach, and shiitake mushrooms. There was a slight mishap that day as my "oven" refused to work for some reason and I ended up having to cook the peppers in the microwave instead. I don't think they were quite Graeme's favourite but I think he rather enjoyed the Chicken Cafrael - as attested by the rather clean "platter".
All this was eaten under the cloak of secrecy as we snuck the food into Graeme's hotel suite. On route to our clandestine homecooked feast, I realised I'd forgotten to bring the cutleries. Luckily I come from resourceful, pioneer women stock. I devised little platters from the aluminum foil I had wrapped around the Glad containers to keep the food warm and we used plastic cutleries from the nearby food court. Very unglam but totally satisfying. Only wished Oscar could have been there to share it.
Anyway, I still had leftovers from that feast and last night, I decided to reheat the last remnants of the Chicken Cafreal and chicken rice for a quiet dinner at home. While mentally willing the timer on my microwave to go faster, I heard a loud pop and alarmed, assumed that it was the microwave. But no ... my chickies were merrily and safely turning around in circles in the amber glow of my trusty microwave. I turned around only to be splattered by a wild spray of chocolate fluid. Eeeuuwww!
Did you know that packet Milo drinks can explode? No? Neither did I. I am still mystified as to how my never-opened six-pack of Milo drinks managed to explode, spewing the gooey sweet chocolate everywhere. The floor was a Valdez spill of brown sludge. Being the graceful gazelle that I am, I of course, slipped, fell and managed to get it all over my top. It was carnage. I looked like a mud wrestler who lost the battle with herself.
Photo from http://www.homesick-kiwi.com/photos-drink/milo1.jpg
Clean-up was absolute hell as the Milo had managed to get into every corner, crevice, nook and surface in the kitchen. I was exhausted by the time I wiped the last bit of brown stain from the floor. Sitting down to my Chicken Cafrael was a welcomed relief. Especially as it still maintained all its flavour even after sitting on the counter while I did major clean-up.
How much do I love my Chicken Cafrael? I've made it for years and it is still one of my favourite failsafe dishes. The green paste is smooth and adds a velvety coat to the flavourful chicken. It is spicy (although I toned it down for Graeme since I normally use 10-12 green chillies for myself) and aromatic yet with a hint of tang from the lemon juice. The strongest note is from the coriander but it is not overpowering at all ... just extremely heady and seductive. All the spices blend so easily and harmoniously into a cohesive explosion of flavours that you just lave every drop of the thick sauce. Except for the time needed to marinate the chicken, it is such an easy dish that I can usually dish it out under any circumstance or pressure. Milo explosions included.
Chicken Cafrael deserves a 10/10 for flavour and health. It even looks healthy with all that green - if only it photographed well. I once had a young cousin look at it dubiously and declare that it look like shite and what was all that green stuff on it? He shut up after the first bite and later told someone I was a great cook and someone should marry me. He's 10 going on 100.
After all the drama with food terrorism today, I was ready for an early night so I can go watch The Producers the next morning. I may never be able to look at another Milo beverage the same way again.