A couple weeks ago or so, I chopped up some onions for a future prodject and left them sitting on the chitchen counter kinda lightly covered. I had to use Onion Goggles to cut them up and then I had to wash my face after it was all done to, well, get my eyes back to normal.

An hour or so later, the GG asked, “Do you smell anything?” I have a Super Nose so Landfill folks often ask me this kind of question. Well, I didn’t smell anything much but the GG was complaining about his eyes and stuffed up nose. Was it a smoky smell? Is the place on faaaar? It wasn’t. It was pungent onion fumes permeating the entire house. Yes.

I secured the chopped onions into a container and put it into the refrigerator and it was all good.

Tonight I cooked coq au vin for a couple of visitors. My mouse and I texted about visiting tonight and at first I was thinking something like “what could I cook?” I figured it out and I used My Dear Uncle Harry’s recipe, more or less. It doesn’t seem to be on my laptop. I know I have it on a handwritten recipe card but I didn’t feel like looking that up. Anyway it is simple. Chicken thighs, onion slices, mushrooms, Greek olives, a few herbs (I used thyme and tarragon tonight). All of this gets sauteed and then simmered in white whine, whatever kind of white whine happens to be around.

So, good day today culminating in dinner/laundry visitors. Love y’all, KW!

One Response to “Fumigation”

  1. Margaret Says:

    Your coq au vin sounds very gourmet!