Chicken with 40 cloves of garlic is a classic roast chicken dish that is perfect for winter. I was feeling poorly this week, I think a result of a cold snap which always means that I catch a cold and the chicken and garlic couldn't have come at a better time. Ever better still the leftovers were perfect for the next night - Chinese penicillin aka chicken congee. The way that it's baked is almost like steaming a chicken in the wonderful garlic laden sauce and one of my favourite parts was the delicious garlic sauce which I thickened slightly and poured over the potatoes.
I don't know if I've ever told you this but Mr NQN comes from an alternative family. One in which taking pills would cause cause real and not mock horror and where some family members refuse to drink Coke or coffee. Mr NQN broke free from this eating style when he was in his mid-late teens and did it by way of a hamburger, I suppose the best way for someone raised vegetarian and alternative to rebel - not only would there be meat but it was also one of those burger chains!
His charming hippy upbringing is a sweet tale that I often feel should be made into a book. It would be the alternative version of the Royal Tenenbaums. The eccentric father who was lost at sea and necessitated a national rescue effort, the well meaning mother who would wear pendants to ward off radiation and the siblings who escaped near death experiences and fought like cats and dogs and one whose dearest wish was to have a television in the lounge room, even if it didn't work, so that they could just be like everyone else.
His mum's solution for any remedy is a natural one and I do agree with her on some points and I do usually take pills with some hesitation. One of the items that Mr NQN and I frequently use especially in Winter is garlic. It is one of those things that when eaten or taken in capsule form, seems to ward off colds. It doesn't seem to help much once you have the flu for us but if we're feeling under the weather we take it. Of course his family wouldn't eat this particular dish, after all this is meat.
So tell me Dear Reader, how did you rebel while growing up?