What would happen if you cooked a dinner and nobody came to eat it?
Well this is what happened to me at the weekend – all due to a ‘franglais’ lost in translation………
In the UK we use ‘this’ Sunday to indicate the coming Sunday, and ‘next’ Sunday to indicate the one after.
In France however they tend to use ‘prochaine’ (next) rather than ‘ce/cet/cette’ (this) when speaking about the coming day/s………….
Hence when my step daughter said that she and her boyfriend would come to dinner ‘dimanche prochaine’ we understood it as this coming Sunday, but in fact she was using the English interpretation and meant that she intended to come ‘next’ weekend………
I spent the morning cooking a delicious ‘herby’ chicken and provincial green beans, chocolat fondant, and, her favourite, ‘rillettes de thon’ (to be published in the next post) to accompany the aperitif.
They were expected around 12.30, but when 1.30 arrived and they still had not shown up, my partner telephoned his daughter who had already sat down to eat with her boyfriend’s parents………
Morale of this story is always check the actual date.
Needless to say, the chicken was delicious and we ate two identical meals – one at lunchtime and the other at dinner!
To cook the chicken I simply rubbed a fresh free range farmers chicken with freshly ground sea salt and coated it with butter then sprinkled it with thyme, rosemary and tarragon and placed a lemon which I had pricked all over with a fork in the cavity, covered it loosely with foil and baked in a preheated oven for 1.20 minutes at 210 degrees (gas mark 7) then removed the foil and cooked for a further 20 minutes to brown, but times will vary depending on the size of chicken you use.
I surrounded the chicken with whole unpeeled new potatoes to cook in the juices and which were delicious.