Bizarrely, for a family that has a panic line drawn around the inside of the bathroom cupboard to indicate an emergency situation with toilet paper stocks, and a corner of the garage designated to cornichon storage, we find ourselves in a Ready Steady Cook situation when snowed in. Every time.
In the fridge there are six chicken thigh fillets that were defrosted three days ago and a large tub of black cherry Onken with a spoon in it. Chicken and pasta sounds depressing for grown ups so I cook the thighs (cut into three) with a chopped onion and add a drop of red wine, a carton of passata and some fresh thyme and put it in the oven for the children to have while we try to think of something more sophisticated for us to have later.
As it happens, it smells so good an hour later that we quickly fry up some pancetta and mushrooms to bulk it out and we all have it with linguine, and a really desperate looking salad of little gem and tomatoes. Not bad in the circs.
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