Olive Oyl's Supper
While Popeye was out eating canned spinach and beating up on Bluto, perhaps his girlfriend was at home making this Cornish hen for dinner. If so, she ate far better than he did.She'd have started by browning over medium high heat in a wide pan the hen in a combination of oyls, olive (of course) and black truffle with a soupçon of butter. When the hen was nicely browned, she'd have added about ten peeled shallots to the pan, along with two peeled, seeded and roughly chopped tomatoes, a couple of hefty pinches of Herbes de Provence, a splash of rosé wine and a handful of picholine olives.
She'd have covered the pan, lowered the heat to simmer and let it cook gently for about 30 minutes, removing the lid to concentrate the pan juices for the last 10 minutes or so, then served the hen heaped with the pan's contents.
Oh, Popeye! You don't know what you're missing!
P.S. Olive Oyl might have wished she had some mushrooms to brown along with the hen and add to the overall deliciousness, but her crisper was empty. Boo-hoo.
Labels: Cornish hen, Olive Oyl, Popeye
posted by Zoomie at
5:21 AM
5 Comments:
Obviously, Pop-eye was too busy flexing his muscle to enjoy what the goil friend made. His loss, your gain - even without the mushrooms.
You have the "muscle" to cook in yesterday's heat. It was 100 degrees over here and all I ate were fresh tomatoes and melons right from the fridge.
Nancy, you've caught me cheating - I wrote this last week and uploaded it before the hot spell.
Bistro Zoomie! Nice plate.
What? No spinach on the side :)
Greg, thanks. It tasted as good as it looked.
Ms Mouse, Popeye only eats canned spinach, something I could not face. And broccoli is good for you, too.
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