Right now I can hear a seagull outside. Is that possible? I am not aware of the flight patterns of these birds and don't understand why they would come North so early. Perhaps I am imagining their calls but it suddenly made me REALLY excited for the summer. This is the month when everyone begins making plans. Already my calendar is filling up with ideas for camping trips, kayaking, spring-time brunches and gardening excursions.
Sadly, the weather got ridiculously cold this week with no signs of breaking. Every year I forget just how brutal the month of March can be; a real blue-baller, if you will. At least I am able to treat this time like the final phase of indoor whiskey nights, of cooking with lots of bacon fat and binging on baked goods. Therefore I turn to a different bird, something I cherish in winter, a more domesticated and far over-eaten friend: the chicken.
I have what feels like a million posts to put up, but in my own food meritocracy I felt this meal definitely deserved to be posted first. Despite the fact that it was whipped up last night, no blog plotting involved, this was definitely the shining meal from my week.
If you don't know who Jeffrey is, then you clearly haven't read as much of the Barefoot Contessa as me. Jeffrey is Ina's adorable and hard-working husband who she makes her simple and delicious meals for. His favorite meal is roast chicken, as she tends to say again and again, and in her book How Easy is That this is simply called Jeffrey's Roast Chicken.
