I seem to be on a blue cheese, bacon and walnut bender. The recent cold blustery weather has made me very, very hungry, all the time, and I'm craving all things heavy, warming and rib-sticking, thus tonight's dinner.
Bacon-wrapped chicken, seared then roasted, surrounded by more bacon, mushrooms, onions and garlic and a glug of red wine, plus polenta rich with this year's organic Tuscan EV olive oil (lovingly brought home for us by Bruno's parents after their Tuscan summer idyll - they are so good to us) and parmesan (a huge craggy chunk, also courtesy of Ruth and Ersnt), and a salad adapted from my latest Brocki read, 'On Rue Tatin: The Simple Pleasures of Life in a Small French Town', by Susan Loomis - salad greens, walnuts, tart apples and crumbled blue cheese, with a vinaigrette thick with hard-boiled egg yolk (leftover from Lola's lunch - she loves eggs, but only the whites of hard-boiled eggs, so I often have surplus egg yolks hanging about). An oldie but a goodie, and so delicious with a glass of red wine.
We spooned the juices from the chicken and wine-soaked vegetables over the polenta, and it was great. Previously I've made the chicken with roasted potatoes, but having something soft and spoonable to soak up all the yummy juices was a definite party pleaser. And the salad - the salad I could have eaten alone, it was so good. What is it with the apples, walnuts and stinky roquefort?! Perfect!
And now Bruno has just handed me a waffle cone with a scoop of distinctly alcoholic prune icecream, with a cup of hot peppermint tea. Now I can go to bed happy.