On clouds blanketing everything we see – Roast chicken and root vegs

An hour ago, I took a whole – 1,5kg kind of whole – chicken out from the oven. Just for myself.

You see it started this morning when I first opened my curtains to a day where clouds blanket everything we see. I french-pressed more coffee than you could imagine and toasted some left-over baguette.

And the day went by. Word after word, coffee mug after coffee mug. I could hear the klaxons from trains passing by in the far.

It’s funny how those days when there is no rain but it feels like it can be productive. In a slow peaceful way. And also, how they invariably call for roast chicken, with plenty of root vegetables around.

So this is what I did. I cut thick slab of butter and pushed them under the skin. I cut some carrots, and potatoes, and onions into thick chunks. I cut the top of a whole garlic head. I stuffed the chicken with the onion skins and half a lemon, just because I seem to have plenty in my fridge right now. I drizzled with some good olive oil and rubbed it onto the skin of the chicken and on the vegs. I sprinkled with lots and lots of Maldon sea salt; and some freshly-ground black pepper too. I poured one cup of water at the bottom of the pan.
And I waited for one hour and a half, while the oven (190°C) would fill the house with a scent that no matter in the world I’ll be, will always remind me of Sunday lunches at home. I drew some vegetables, they’re right here, above. I cut into the tigh, and clear juices ran. I scooped the vegs on a plate. And a big fat breast too. All that was missing was the sauce at the bottom of the pan.

I hadn’t planned to write about this. But somehow it felt right to tell you that it’s ok to roast a chicken whether you’re on your own or not. I mean, who wants to miss out on crispy salty chicken skin?

And you’ll have lunch for the days to come. And really, it made you feel warm inside-out.

Now, tell me all about the much decadent/generous/luxurious treat you make even if you’re eating alone?


  1. Mmmmhhh…this sounds amazing! A luxurious treat i can make only for myself…i just fried for the last hour a light flavored dough and when golden and slightly crunchy I soaked it in honey and orange blossom water regardless of the fact that my husband is out working and now I have tons of leftovers (they won’t last long though) BUT lately…lately my obsession is slowly melting dark and rich chocolate in hot water then whipping it for 5/10 minutes. When it becomes creamy and airy like the softest of mousse, I start dipping fresh strawberries..i could go on forever..the thought of it taunts me at night…yeaaah…chocolat chantilly and plump strawberries…

  2. I once made eggplant tempura. I fried five whole eggplants, and I was the only one there to eat them. I almost ate them all. Then I called my boyfriend for help ;-)

  3. When I was a teenager, in pyjamas on a Saturday morning, I would have large blue plates of buttery croutons, oven baked. Just for me. With a fresh strawberry milkshake.

    Now? Maybe a potato foccacia? A batch of perfect peanut butter cookies, barely held together with flour, riddled with chocolate chunks.

    Your chicken sounds both delicious and wholesome, no mean feat. Have you tried it with roasted fennel? Mmm…

  4. That sounds like heaven, there is nothing I love more than a roast chicken with crunchy, salty skin… why don’t I ever just make it for myself??? You are absolutely right!

  5. Roast chicken has got to be the best thing ever, especially on a lazy Sunday afternoon. The smell is just…oh, intoxicating. I make mine pretty much like yours, with copious amounts of butter slathered under the skin and over the top. Doesn’t need a whole lot other than that…salt, pepper, stuff inside the cavity. Yup. Perfect.

  6. And also good throughout the week, cold, in between two slices of bread with a slathering of your own mayonnaise and a thick layer of crunchy lettuce…

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