As usual, before coming back to campus, I go on a massive shopping spree with my parents. By “shopping,” I mean grocery. I picked up a Cornish hen from Westside Market because why not? I had apples, so I decided to stuff it and this is what happened. My friend, Zac, also came over to watch American Horror Story: Coven.
It’s been a tragically cold first week of classes. The day I made this dish, it was fine. Like, 30-degree-weather-sun-is-shining fine. So having a nice roasted warm meal was probably the best decision I had made. We also made butternut squash fries, which are crazy-easy, but the only picture I took of those was my tragic ability to cut them.
Onto the important matter: Cornish hen. It is a hybrid chicken raised as a broiler chicken and they are quite expensive per pound. Luckily enough, one pound of this bird is enough to fill the stomachs of two grown college students.
The instructions on cooking this fine bird are so easy, I don’t think it warrants a fancy table. Plus, instructions came with the plastic wrap that I bought the bird in. It said to preheat the oven at 350°F, season with salt and pepper (we used garlic salt and lemon pepper, for extra taste), and leave it in the oven uncovered for an hour.
The juices ran clear and my thermometer did not come in earlier today, but I have not gotten sick yet, so it was definitely cooked all the way through (it all seriousness, use an instant-read thermometer and make sure it reads 180°F for chicken). The meat was juicy and tender and came apart very easily. I will definitely buy this again.
But wait! What do you do with the scraps? I added a quartered onion, some carrots, rosemary, tons of water, and made a stock that I will use until it is gone.
Dressing for negative-degree weather is hard. It’s hard to look cute, but equally hard to make sure important things don’t get frost bite. Here is my outfit from today.
What you might not know is that I have a tank top under my thermal and tights under my pants (which is why they might look so tight). Ugh, I hope we only have one bitterly cold day like this during the semester. Otherwise, I might be very, very upset.
Keep it yummy (and warm),
P.S.: If I owned anything warm and black, I would totally do Black Wednesdays for AHS, but alas, I do not.