Nobody likes American food around here except me. OK, well, the daughter likes lasagna and spaghetti, and DH likes steak, but no one but me likes a good ol’ mess of green beans, a roasted chicken and some bread stuffing.
But that’s what we ate on Sunday anyway. I took fresh beans, snapped them, and cooked them with onions and a piece of German bacon (smoked, but beech, not hickory smoked) and roasted a whole chicken in the Romertopf. Best way in the world to roast a chicken.
I thawed some turkey stuffing I froze 3 years ago (really. NO one around here likes stuffing but me). Three years ago I was really into bigger portions. I ate two big portions last night, then put the rest in the compost bin.
I would’ve added fresh corn on the cob, but there’s no way to get good fresh sweet corn around here. Everything else was wonderful. The picture doesn’t do the beans justice, but we’re in-between cameras right now, since our last one had an unfortunate accident with a teenager and the ocean. This pic is from a cell phone.
