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Papa’s Greek Chicken & Potatoes

28 Saturday Mar 2009

Posted by Janell in In the Kitchen, Life at Home

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The chicken is roasting in the oven; the potatoes are ready to go in.  It’s a quick meal — we’ll be eating in two hours, maybe a little more.

This meal brings to mind many surprise Sunday suppers from my childhood.  It was an unspoken rule of the house that mom didn’t cook Sunday nights.  We had little reason to complain, having enjoyed a big Sunday lunch—pot roast if we were home, as it was a meal that cooked itself while we were at church, or some huge fried chicken dinner if we’d gone to Granny’s house to visit family—then for supper, we’d eat something simple, maybe leftovers or a Western Egg Sandwich–another one of Papa’s specialties.

But some Sunday evenings, we’d arrive home to find this roasted chicken and potatoes waiting in the oven.  I think Papa liked to cook when he was home alone.  It filled the empty hours and made the house smell all lovely and homey, just like mine smells right now.  And who knows–perhaps after eating mom’s cooking all week, he was hungry for a taste of home.

After Papa’s death, Mom continued to make this meal, as I did in my own home when the kids were growing up.  Like a family tree, this one connects me to a past beyond my memory and maybe someday, to the future in the homes of my children and grandchildren.

If a recipe is good enough, it can survive in an unwritten state for years, as it’s handed down from generation to generation. But this one deserves to be in writing, so it can live on its own.

Papa’s Roasted Chicken & Potatoes

Serves 3 to  4

1 fryer, washed and dried (with paper towels)

½ cup butter

½ cup olive oil

6 medium potatoes, peeled and halved

1 lemon

Paprika, salt & pepper

Preheat oven to 350.  Rub chicken lightly with olive oil and season with salt, pepper and liberally with paprika.  Cut 2 T. of butter into small pieces and place all over chicken.  Set in baking dish (or cast iron skillet), coated lightly with olive oil, and roast in oven for 2 hours or until juices of pierced chicken thigh run clear.

Meanwhile, sauté potatoes in remaining melted butter and olive oil, in a cast-iron or other oven proof skillet, over low heat for 20 to 30 minutes until brown and crusty.  Set aside.  After chicken has roasted for an hour, put potatoes in oven and cook for a hour, until fork tender.  The chicken and potatoes will finish roasting at about the same time.

Take both out of oven and cover with foil, letting chicken rest for at least 10 minutes, then squeeze fresh lemon juice on both potatoes and chicken before serving.   Serve with a nice Greek salad and crusty bread.

Note:  Original recipe called for a cup of butter, rather than half butter and olive oil.  Also, potatoes were cooked around the chicken rather than in a separate dish.  I’ve made these two modifications to skinny it down – without sacrificing flavor.

Sacred Souvenirs

24 Tuesday Mar 2009

Posted by Janell in Far Away Places, Life at Home, Prayer, Soul Care, The Great Outdoors

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Grand Canyon, Soul Care, Travel, Writing

It’s been over twenty-four hours since my last confession.    

 

I mostly read yesterday.  I had no desire to write, as other days of our road trip.  And while I read the words of another, I let my subconscious work out my own nagging thoughts.

 

I am drawn to write a primer on Christian spirituality.  And I realize, now more than ever, I am not equipped to do it.  How can I point the way to God when I cannot even put into words my own experiences of recent sightseeing in the Painted Desert or the Grand Canyon?  I am bereft of words in all directions.

 

Maybe this is why we pick up souvenirs from our travels.  Or even why we send postcards back home or take photos of where we’ve been and what we’ve seen.  We need props to help us show and tell the story of our journey.  I feel a little like I’m back in kindergarten.    

 

But, no.  I’m home sorting laundry and picking up the pieces of my life.  And in the back of my mind, I’m sorting out puzzle pieces.  Maybe I should have picked up one of those giant puzzles of the Painted Desert at the park gift shop.  It would have been good busy work, a whole lot easier than working out my own, while my hands keep busy with the comforting rhythms of daily chores.  Busy work keeps me sane, while my mind is off somewhere on the brink of eternity.      

 

On our return trip, I hoped to shoot a photo of those Albuquerque rock formations I’d been so taken with on our way out to Las Vegas–that in a fit of fancy, I imagined were a directional road sign pointing to eternity–but, by the time we crossed paths again, it was too dark for photos.  A metaphor if I can puzzle it out.    

 

Photos and words on a postcard are poor souvenirs.  I wonder if God doesn’t feel the same about the Painted Desert and Grand Canyon – perhaps these natural wonders (to us) are but a poor souvenir of eternity (to God).  And all the souvenirs in the world – those made by man and those made by God—are just signposts, pointing to something more.    

 

I am but a poor signpost of God.  I cannot tell anyone what God is like, just as I can’t describe what the Grand Canyon is like.  But, maybe if I give away a few souvenirs from my travels, or send a few postcards, it will be enough to inspire others to seek God on their own.  God knows I have no roadmaps to give out.  I get lost easily.

 

But, maybe that’s the whole point – to get lost in something bigger than ourselves–to feel poor and bereft against the backdrop of the Sacred–and then to stumble our way out with souvenirs of the Sacred to share with others.  And pray it will be enough.    

Holy Ground

23 Monday Mar 2009

Posted by Janell in Far Away Places, Life at Home, Soul Care, The Great Outdoors

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The cold wind swirled out of the Grand Canyon yesterday afternoon to attack me from all sides.  Fifty degrees and up to fifty mile per hour gusts, though temperatures dropped quickly.  We left the park with wispy snowflakes blowing all around us.

 

When we arrived a few hours earlier it had been sunny, with a few clouds on the north horizon.  I wish we’d parked ourselves in front of the first railing we saw and just drank in the view.  Instead, looking for greener pastures, if such a thing exists at the Grand Canyon, we hopped a bus and traveled up and down roads in search of a better view.  We were just fleas jumping around for no good purpose.  Just as any bite will do on a dog, so any bite of this view would offer more than we could chew and absorb. 

 

With the wind pummeling me from every direction, I did not wish to venture too close to the ledge.  The wind and occasional sheer silence reminded of the story told in the Bible of Elijah and God on a mountaintop.  Elijah hid in a cave while a powerful wind tore across the mountain—he continued to hide as the sound of earthquakes and fires echoed all around him.  Only in silence did Elijah sense God’s presence — only then did Elijah crawl out of his hidey-hole.         

 

I knew a little of Elijah’s fear yesterday.  The Grand Canyon is sacred space. God’s fingerprints are all over it.  Every view takes your breath away, even without 50 mph gusts.  I uttered not one word about its beauty.  Anything I would have said would have been profane. 

 

There were no earthquakes or fires yesterday.  No burning bushes.  Thank God.  The wind would have carried the flames across the entire canyon.  But in the occasional sheer silence I thought I heard something close to God’s spoken words to Moses, the time he called out of a burning bush.  He spoke these to me.    

 

Take your shoes off.  Sit awhile.  Be still—no need to go hopping around like a flea.  Just know that the whole entire space of this big hole is holy ground.

 

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