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At midweek: (more) chicken, exciting hair, and mishaps with clothing

1. I am officially an old pro at roasting chickens. Golden, plump, juicy chickens. I’d say I could do it blindfolded, but there’s no need to brag. Plus, I did have to struggle through another potent “I’m joining PETA now” moment when I was holding the bird and patting salt along its back. At once tender and disturbing, it really felt just like burping a baby. But dinner was delicious: roasted chicken, ratatouille, and warm farmers’ market fingerling potatoes with cider vinegar and olive oil and fresh dill and salt. Miam miam.

2. U. S. of A., you’d better be watching the first presidential debates tomorrow evening. I’ll cringe each time George W. opens his little pursed lips, but I’m committed to sticking it out. After all, I learned from the New York Times (“Live from Miami, a Style Showdown,” September 26, 2004) that John Kerry has a “buoyantly vertical hairstyle,” and now I have to see what it can do for him. According to Caroline F. Keating, and professor of psychology at Colgate University, “He has exciting hair, which is . . . quite useful.” Let’s hope so. I don't take this as lightly as it may seem.

3. I love riding home from work on the bus. I strategically choose my seat so that I’ll be on the sunny side as we head north from downtown, and then I relish the half-hearted battle with sleep that inevitably ensues. I adore sleeping in moving vehicles—only when someone else is doing the driving, of course.

When I was younger and used to ride horses competitively, I spent many late nights sleeping in the front seat of my riding trainer’s pickup truck as we sped across New Mexico or Colorado to a show. Jenny, my trainer, hated the eerie way my head would flop down over my chest; she always wanted to grab my hair and yank me up, make sure I was still breathing. I was indeed, just very relaxed. Years later, I had the misfortune of doing the floppy-head move in the Paris Métro on my way home from school, and I drooled all over the collar of the long and dramatic black wool coat I’d saved up to buy for myself. I was very careful to avoid making eye contact with anyone when I woke up startled and began madly wiping at the wet spot on my cheek. I do love to sleep in moving vehicles.

4. Speaking of vehicles,

I present to you the pickup that was parked next to Margot’s car in the parking lot on Maury Island. Unfortunately, you can't see the pack of Swisher Sweets on the seat, and the curvature of the glass is not doing flattering things for my waistline. But I know some of you are dying to see my milkmaid / midwife-to-plaster-fetuses-in-rocks outfit. I aim to please.


Blogger pipstar said...

So basically this weekend we are having roast chicken in our house :-) Do you have a recipe for your ratatouille (I have to admit that I have never made it before!) and how exactly does this cider vinegar and oil potato thing work?? I need details woman before I attempt this on my man :-)

Thanks Molly!

6:42 PM, September 30, 2004  
Blogger Molly said...

Pipstar, my dear, I'm going to e-mail you the ratatouille recipe I use as a guide, so keep an eye on your inbox. And as for the potatoes:

Boil whole small potatoes--fingerlings, Yukon Golds, German Butterballs, red new potatoes, or something similar--in salted water until a paring knife slides in easily, 10 to 20 minutes, depending on size. Drain and rinse for a minute or two with cold water. Halve or quarter potatoes (your choice, depending on size), and place in a bowl. Add a splash of apple cider vinegar (or any vinegar you like), and salt and pepper liberally. Shake bowl to toss potatoes, then let sit for a few minutes to cool a bit and allow vinegar to soak in. You should be able to smell the vinegar clearly if you put your nose over the bowl, but it should just coat the potatoes, not pool or puddle. Drizzle with fragrant olive oil and sprinkle with chopped fresh dill, then toss and serve.

7:30 PM, September 30, 2004  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

This is where I should have said I grew up on Maury Island!


8:19 AM, April 11, 2009  
Blogger Jamie said...


My husband introduced me to your wonderful site ... could you post your ratatoullie recipe?


9:23 AM, June 22, 2010  
Blogger Molly said...

Hi Jamie! I published the ratatouille recipe in my book.

3:44 PM, June 23, 2010  

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