Roast chicken is comfort food. Easy, delicious, visual. Skin so crisp you save it for that one last gluttonous bite. And once all is devoured, the carcass transformed, becomes chicken soup. So roast chicken, after a long day or cold winter night, takes it home. Mama taught me to cook. With abit of tough love,Continue reading “All, with a plate full of wonder”
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A plate full of wonder 