Chicken, Mushroom & Red Wine Casserole

If Monday were to be repeated every day for a month I would be dead soon thereafter. Seriously.

The day started like any usual weekday; after breakfast Gabriel watches a bit of TV while I load the dishes in the dishwasher and clean the kitchen a bit. The compost bin was overflowing with vegetable peelings and fruit skins and it was high time to chuck them all in the bin outside. Next thing I knew I had a beaming boy looking at me through the backdoor which I couldn’t open anymore, even though I have literally been out for just three seconds.

Gabriel hadn’t locked the door but had accidentally stepped on the bottom bolt. As much as I yanked it hoping to wriggle the bolt back up, the door won’t open. Shit. Now what? In December I misplaced my house keys and have been using the spare keys that used to be hidden somewhere outside. I had to phone Neil.

One neighbour was out but luckily the other was in. A quick phone call to Neil’s mobile proved futile when I got the answering service. Shit. He must have been in one of those boring meetings he always moans about. I phoned the company’s head quarters to please put me through to his department so that someone can give him a nudge to phone home. Emergency, emergency! It was my rotten luck that no one picked up the darn phone. (Afterwards he told me the whole department was in the meeting.) Now I was truly stumped (read fucked).

Gabriel was bronchial and not feeling 100%. I was worrying that he might break his neck doing something silly. Or he could wreak havoc in the house and cause damage. (He broke the TV in December – £300 of repair bills later. Thanks, Gabriel!) As I stood in the neighbour’s conservatory unsure what to do, the neighbour ran into the house and said excitedly all was solved. Huh? In the meantime, her son, a medical student, had somehow miraculously opened the door using a hoe from our garden. What a clever boy!

When I got back home Gabriel was still as happy as hell, oblivious to what had just happened. What a relief! But the story does not end here unfortunately, even though I wish it did. As the kitchen’s backdoor opened, the dogs got out, barking at the visitors excitedly, sure they were able to scare them off. I ordered them back in the kitchen. Pluji, the good one, obediently went back in. Shacia, the bad one, on the other hand decided to bugger off. Wheeesh! She was under the garden fence and simply gone.

In the end it took me two hours to get Shacia back in the house. The free spirit that she is decided to roam the neighbourhood. While we live in a quiet village people still drive their cars to get to places and there is nothing stopping her from becoming road kill. Constantly I looked out of the window and as soon as I caught sight of her I ran out of the house (this time Gabriel was far away from doors that could lock me out), sweet talked her and tried to coax her with doggy treats. The worst part of it was that the cheeky bitch looked at me, then walked in the opposite direction, just like a cat. By the time I got hold of her I swore high and low that I was going to put her up for adoption but I cooled down in the meantime.

After a day like this, it calls for booze! Unfortunately, since I’m pregnant I have to err on the cautious side so my consolation is to use alcohol in my cooking and hope to get high on the short-lasting fumes. This dish seemed to do the trick.

Source: BBC Good Food.

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Chicken, Mushroom & Red Wine Casserole
Serves 4
Preparation: 5 mins – Cooking Time: 15 mins
Ingredients
  • 4 skinless chicken breasts
  • 15ml (1 tbsp) plain flour, seasoned
  • 150ml (¼ pint) chicken stock
  • 15ml (1 tbsp) olive or vegetable oil
  • 250g (9 oz) chestnut mushrooms, quartered
  • few thyme sprigs
  • 150ml (¼ pint) red wine
  • 15ml (1 tbsp) redcurrant jelly [optional]
  1. Toss the chicken in the flour, then tap off the excess. Mix 1 teaspoon of the excess flour with a little stock and set aside. Heat the oil in a frying pan, then add the chicken, mushrooms and thyme. Cook over a medium-high heat for about 5 minutes, turning the chicken breasts over once until golden.
  2. Lift the chicken out then set aside. Pour in the stock, red wine and jelly, and simmer gently for 5 minutes or until reduced by half. Add the flour and stock mix, stirring until the sauce thickens a little. Put the chicken back into the pan, along with any juices from the plate, then simmer for 5 minutes or until cooked through and the sauce is glossy.
Serving Suggestion
  • Serve with mash.
Note
  • I like to slice the chicken breasts into thin slivers before returning them to the pan; it helps to shorten the cooking time!

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Comments

  1. Jo Bryan says

    What a day, I bet the panic levels were rising a tad as you tried to get your husband to come home.
    I did smile as the thought of a med student with hoe saved the day. Maybe its a natural talent for a dr to use tools well.
    Glad you managed to get in and nothing happened to Shacia, while she was off on her jaunt.
    The casserole is yet another I will bemaking tonight as I have most of that in the house and I need warming foods too.

  2. says

    LOL – what a day!! Strangely enough, when I was back hoem in december a similar thing had just happened to one of my best friends back home – she went to the car a few metres from the front door to collect a bag of groceries and in the time it took her, Jack shut the front door and closed the deadbolt, which slipped into its latch. He is tall enough juuuust to push the bolt, but not to lift the little loop ad take it off its latch – and in this case, as the door is wood, my friend could not even see him – a 2 year old alone in a house with elecrical sockets, toilets full of water, drawers full of knives… you can picture the total extreme panic! Every aperture is Trellidor’d into oblivion, so there was no way of even breaking a window to get in. In the end she smashed the opaque glass (hello the 70s!) burglar-barred breezeway in the centre of the front door (of course jack was standing silently right next to the front door at the time…) and the bolt was slid back with the assistance of a slim-wristed neighbour and a coat hanger…

  3. P'Nut says

    What a great recipe – but being male I haven’t actually stuck fast to it. Instead, fried off chicken, as you should, threw the lot into the slow cooker – measurements… what are they?? Some water, a couple of stock cubes, a generous splash of Tesco Vintage 2012 Red, on with the lid, and leave it to itself..

    Returned some hours later, drained off most of teh stock into a saucepan, reduced then thickened, back into slow cooker for another half hour whilst accompanying vegies are prepared and cooked.

    See, with modern devices avan man can make a decent meal!! :)

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