Sunday 7th August 2011
I’ve been in the kitchen again!
The 1970’s is a decade I hold very dearly in my heart for many reasons. Firstly, because I was born at the beginning of them but also for; tree climbing, grass fights, the Fonz, Golden Nuggets, The banana splits, Angel delight, Hong kong fuey, elasticated trousers, black forest gateaux, Star Wars, the Queen’s silver jubilee & of course chicken kiev.
Mum used to get frozen chicken kievs as a real treat. When we cut into them a pool of garlic butter would come bursting out. Mine didn’t exactly erupt with sauce but the chicken was beautifully tender and garlic flavoured.
“What number do you think I’m gonna give Daddy?” Zephy asked the table.
“Don’t know, 8.” Said Amber.
“5. You give him a lot of 5s” Said Mum.
“10.” Said Avi.
“8 because you always say 8.” Said Mistral.
“Avi, you are the winner. 10. This is delicious.” He announced taking another mouthful. 🙂