Lisa gave me this recipe over IM yesterday, and I was delighted to have all the ingredients in my cupboard. Some sort of acknowledgement is also due to Nigel Slater, I suppose.
The chicken was marinaded this afternoon in garlic, chilli, cinnamon, cumin, olive oil and lemon juice. The couscous was left soaking. Then it all went in the oven in shifts, with some sultanas thrown in for good measure, and was served with a salad of rocket, watercress and spinach.
My dad was here for the evening, and had shown us about 90 slides from his recent trip to Sicily. We consumed some Sicilian Syrah with it, which helped with the photographs.
Bernard, having refused to eat his delicious sweet potato and pea mush at lunchtime, came home to prove to his Grandad that he really does like to eat. He had pasta with tomato sauce, which was the extra pizza sauce I made yesterday, whizzed a bit with the stick-blender. Not only did he eat it all with the wide-mouth like a baby bird, but he also had seconds. I use the little pasta shells that you can get for soup, and he used to spit them out at me but now he swallows them whole. Then I tried to put him in my new Ergo baby carrier. Hilarity ensued.
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