A few months ago I had a craving for my father’s chicken fricassee. If my father were still alive I would have called him up and he would have talked me through the process of making it. My father is no longer alive so I turned to my cookbooks and the recipes I found for chicken fricassee were nothing at all like the stew of chicken necks, gizzards and wings in a watery sweet and sour tomato sauce that I enjoyed as a kid. I assumed that the dish was an invention of my father’s. I then attempted to replicate the dish from my memory of it and failed. A couple of weeks ago I saw an article on the internet, and I can’t remember where, that talked about Jewish fricassee and it sounded an awful lot like the dish I was hankering after. This afternoon I went to the butcher and picked up all of the chicken elements of the dish, a couple of packages each of wings, necks and gizzards. My father never cooked directly from a cook book. He used to re...
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Blogger or Internet explorer or someone is playing up and I am not being allowed to post, so here is the comment for the all dressed up post. oh I am sorry Sarah, you went to so much work. Are there any other events you can use this collection for? Sandy in the UK
Sandy - thanjks for being a pal!!
Clearly all the work I made will at some point find a nice home. it's just frustrating that my fellow artists didn't quite get that visitors were there for a tour....with lots of places to visit. yes i'm still feeling grumpy but feel that IO need to get over at least some of it.
Exhibiting is often that huge build up and tons of work for not a whole lot of pay-off. This at least was physically easier than transporting all of my work to a different location.