Chicken Pot au Feu

May 14, 2009

Here at the Channel 3 test kitchens we’ve been getting a lot of requests for the dazzling recipes that often show up on these pages. And while we can’t guarantee you will end up with the same savory dish shown here, if you follow the directions exactly you and your family will definitely enjoy the results!

Today let’s tackle a comforting and rustic Pot au Feu, but using skinless chicken thighs for a healthier and quicker dish. As with any braised dish, patience and careful attention to detail will result in a deep, flavorful dish.
Quickly sear off the seasoned chicken thighs and remove from your trusty LeCreuset. Soften some root veg and garlic, deglaze with wine, then return the chicken and add touch of chicken broth.

Smell the Love

Smell the Love

Now where’s the fucking mushrooms? At the store. What, really? Sure enough, they’re not even in the trunk of the car, even though you walked into the store whispering, chicken thigh, fingerlings, mushrooms over and over like goddamn Rainman! What is it, 8:20 already and all you had to eat today was Pork Rinds and the rest of that strawberry cake frosting? Alright, whatever– let’s carry on.

You might as well finish the rest of that wine and put on your shoes, but first put the whole pot in the bottom rack at 300 degrees. That’s the beauty of these type of dishes, they’ll only get more flavorful and tender with time!

Nice night for a walk, so you might as well pop into the Irisher for a quick snort.

Stellas on draft and Jamesons.
Repeat.

Keep em comin, I'm cooking dinner!

Keep em comin, I'm cooking dinner!

Are the goddamn Angels blowin yet another one? Man, that Adenhart fiasco really took the heart out of this team….let’s have one for the kid, yeah? But sweet Jesus, how many men are they gonna leave on base? Looks like Seattle might have their shit together, and I think the lack of off-season activity is finally gonna catch up to our guys this year. Fuck. Better switch to the large Newcastles to get through this one…

Don't ask me, I lost it when it went over that big green thing...

Don't ask me, I lost it when it went over that big green thing...

Alright, back to cooking, Better tab out here and get over to Pavillions before they close, get those mushrooms, and I’m thinking maybe a nice crusty baguette to compliment the dish. But hold the phone! now Tbone somes strolling into the bar. Alright one more, that’s it, and I mean it bub. A couple rounds go by, but Tbone seems to really be holding a grudge about that whole public nuisance charge he picked up on Memorial Day. Can’t this kid just let it go? That kind of anger will eat you up, ya know. Couple Jagers will put out that fire…

The Bird during happier times.

The Bird during happier times.

Jesus it’s gettin filled up in here! It’s gotta be a new ship in port— and yeah, sure enough, they’re playing Three fucking Doors Down on the Juke! Gotta be sailors. God, these kids look like, well, kids. What’s with the baseball caps and the cheesy Ed Hardy Tshirts? Hell, if I was a sailor you know I’d be rockin the old school uniforms, just like Popeye or Jack Nicholson in the Last Detail! What are these guys thinking? And now what are they playing on the box– Incubus? Really?

Get yer ass down here, sister!  We're men on shore leave!

Get yer ass down here, sister! We're men on shore leave!


Luckily, they have a handy internet search on the jukebox and for only 2 credits extra you can play your selection first. Go ahead and put in a tenner, front load that fucker with Darkness and Replacements…. I figure I’m doing these hayseeds a favor– Listen to some real music, ya jackholes!

Permission to land granted!

Permission to land granted!

Wha? Wha? I didn’t hear it, but Bone swears that one kid with the bad shoes was talking shit about our Cramps songs! It’s go time! Don’t you fuckin meth heads know Lux gave his life for your stupidity? And don’t slap my hand away, fucko! I can poke your goddamn chest as much as I want to, as long as my point is valid!! Get yer fuckin paws off me!! Gaaa!

AH DO YOU UNDERSTAND...?

AH DO YOU UNDERSTAND...?

A bottle is thrown, an off duty officer’s fiance is called a skank, an Ed Hardy T shirt is ruined forever. We have been asked to leave.

Every time a bell rings, some skank gets her wings!

Every time a bell rings, some skank gets her wings!

Fine. We don’t need this kind of abuse. As we are being escorted out into the crisp night air of Main street I hear the strains of Incubus coming out of the jukebox, and I turn back just in time to see Ichiro send one out of the park. The pure white dot of the baseball leaving the stratosphere looks as round and final as a period, a punctuation mark signalling the end of a long and tortured evening.

Pavillions has long closed, so stop into 7-11 and grab up a couple chili dogs. I suggest going light on the nacho cheese. Yeah, I know it’s free, but have some respect man!

It has no calories if you don't remember eating it....

It has no calories if you don't remember eating it....


The homeless seem especially friendly tonight, nice of that one gent to share his Slurpee. I don;t know when I’ve been so thirsty.

All right. Time to get your ass back home before they start sweeping the streets, and for God’s sake, don’t try to pet the Possum that lives in the alley like last time!

Here kitty kitty...who's the pretty kitty?

Here kitty kitty...who's the pretty kitty?


When you get up at 4am to take the battery out of the smoke alarm go ahead and turn off the stove. Here we serve with a simple couscous and some fresh herbs. While this dish may take a little extra planning and time than your usual week day meal, I think it’s nice to indulge yourself every now and again. Enjoy!!

Good for breakfast too!

Good for breakfast too!

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