This evening, amidst still irregular, but increasingly more frequent and painful contractions, we made For Neil Diamond: Tangy Cherry Chicken. I have no idea why this recipe is dedicated to Neil Diamond, but I guess there is some private reasoning behind the chicken tribute. The meal is very straightforward [recipe, minus the couscous], essentially you end up with fried chicken breast seasoned with salt, pepper and thyme, in a sauce of onion, celery, red pepper flakes, nutmeg, chicken stock, white wine, thyme, dried cherries and butter. The chicken is to be served with salad and boiled baby potatoes.
As we were cooking this meal, we discovered that our brand new fridge needed a clear-out in the vegetable drawer, so to speak. So we ended up throwing out an enormous amount of not so fresh vegetables. That is the main drawback of this project- you might use half a box of mushrooms and then not use them again for three weeks. So our salad side dish was a little more steamed vegetable-esque. Anyway, I didn’t really have much of the meal, but L quite enjoyed the chicken. It wasn’t wildly exciting- the chicken, onion, white wine and stock combination is a little repetitive,- but the dried cherries added an interesting piquancy. Tomorrow we will be remaking the meal with almonds and raisins, rather than cherries, in the form of Golden Raisin and Almond Chicken. Can’t say we are wildly excited about that prospect, but at least we can buy some fresh salad before then.
So today is my due date, or should I say the baby’s due date. I’m never on time for anything, ever, so it’s no great surprise that there is no baby yet. Baby A was a week late, so we weren’t really anticipating an early baby this time round. I realised last night that our first choice caregiver for A is away from today until Sunday, rather than just at the weekend as I’d assumed. Our doctor called today to say that she’s taking her vacation a couple of days early as I am probably more likely to deliver at the weekend than today or tomorrow. Baby better stay in for a while longer, discomfort and all. I believe that there is internet at the hospital, provided you don’t need a fancy cord to access it, we’ll let you know… about the baby that is, not the internet access.