Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall’s Chicken with Couscous, Honey and Cinnamon

Have I said how much I hate my kitchen? Probably. It’s even worse now, because the hob that only had three functioning rings when we moved in six years ago, now only has two functioning rings, my, cooking Christmas dinner is going to be fun this year. And I wonder (and feel guilty) why my family often exists on sandwiches and stuff that goes straight from the freezer and into the oven, but really when I think about it I can see why.

Anyway in rebellion against the boring sandwich this lunchtime (after making Boy and Girl Lacer sandwiches, as I knew they wouldn’t eat this), I made Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall’s Chicken with Couscous, Honey and Cinnamon, from his River Cottage Everyday book. I’ve been planning on working my way through that book, which is easily the best cookbook I’ve seen this year, but the going has been slower than even I could forsee.

Anyway, after juggling two large frying pans on the front of my hob, where the only two functioning rings are (and one of those is only a small ring), having to lift off one of the pans every time I wanted to change the temperature as the pan was obscuring the ring knobs. I did manage to make it without causing significant harm or injury to me or anyone else. And it was rather yummy, rather sweet mind you until the savoury-ness of the onion kicked in, but still nice. I put mint in it from the garden (as suggested by HFW), which added another interesting layer of flavour. Mr. Lacer also liked the dish but he, the fussy so and so, refused to eat the mint, because, to quote “it’s a leaf”, to which I replied that he was as bad as the kids, to which he replied “I’m as bad as Girl Lacer, but not as bad as Boy Lacer”, well that’s true.