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... stock cube, or 1 tbsp powder or concentrate
§ 1 tbsp vegetable oil
§ 4 chicken thighs
§ 2 red peppers, halved, de-seeded, sliced 1&1/2cm
§ 2 medium onions, peeled, sliced 1&1/2cm
§ 4 garlic cloves, peeled
§ 100g chorizo (sliced 1cm thick)
§ 4 tbsp sliced flat leaf parsley
§ Salt and paprika
- Add the water and chicken stock to a medium sized saucepan. Bring to the boil ...
... and drove off. Ches said she could see the driver of the other car out of his car and walking back down the road. I didn't bother to stop again. He caused the "prang" he can deal with it.
After such an idyllic couple of hours walking around the track past the ocher hills of Roussillon, it made me anxious when passing every other car on the way home. We ...
... huge block of stone and won support to build the bridge. The bridge is the inspiration for a French song and tourists spin around in circles on the bridge singing the song. There was a girl there looking stupid spinning around. After some shoe shopping we had a great dinner at the Theatre Restaurant. I had traditional onion soup served in a toasted cob loaf. It was soooo delicious. We headed back to the hotel quite late that night, and Jane once again let us take the big ...
... had a fantastic heritage courtesy of Chef Ronald. Things looked and little bleak when the mash turned runny but the repartee, the fruit salad and the coffee, meant it came down to the last judges vote. They needed more than 9 from Wendy if they were to make the cut. If you listen to the video you will hear that Wendy gave them great praise....and a vote of 9.5. They are through and now on return ...
... birthday and farewell dinner of French boeuf with pasta and a salad, the perfect end to a perfect day.
Tomorrow, at 6:30 in the morning, a taxi will whisk Irene to Marseille, where she boards an Air France flight to Amsterdam for a connection to the states. Her three-week sojourn with us has flown by, but Dee and I still have a couple of weeks to savor the Provençal ambience. Bon voyage, cousin!