Sunday 24 November 2013

How to make Coq au Vin

The aptly named Drumstick a few days ago, blissfully unaware of his impending demise.....
This isn't really a recipe for the Lazy Cook, as it's hardly a 5 minute job, nor is it for the faint hearted, really, so stop reading now if you're a vegetarian. Or you don't like seeing a bit of blood.......

First, catch your cockerels......this proved impossible to do during the day with my super-fast Silkies, so I had to wait til they had roosted for the night and sneak up on them that way. So the condemned  spent their last night huddled in a cardboard box in the garage....

Next, greet your 85 year old neighbour when she arrives on your doorstep armed with a very sharp knife and some garlic. The garlic has to be chopped onto a plate before you begin the proceedings to go into the famous sanguette,  made from the chicken blood, which is traditionally eaten after you've gone to all the trouble of murdering your own dinner. I think it's revolting, but the OH quite likes it.

Then  put a large pan of water on to boil whilst you go outside to dispatch your disgruntled poultry. No photos of this as I needed both hands to restrain the protesting birds as they presumably sensed their impending doom. My neighbour, Josette, swiftly pierced their arteries with said sharp knife and they bled all over the plate full of garlic. Looks appetising, eh?

This is what it looked like after the OH had cooked it, still not appealing to me.....

Anyway, back to the slaughtering. Next, hang up the birds to ensure they are properly dead, since if they aren't, the next bit could get messy....also, if you have a dog, don't leave it unattended with all that temptation hanging right there.....
Next, dunk your chickens in a vat of boiling water. At this point, my neighbour chose to regale me with the story of how she'd once almost incurred third degree burns when dunking a not entirely dead chicken.........
 The boys had definitely shuffled off their mortal coil though and the boiling water stayed in the bucket. Apparently this loosens the feathers making them much easier to get out. Don't leave them in too long however, or chunks of skin come off too.Then it was plucking time....
It became swiftly apparent why we don't usually bother going to all the trouble of eating the Silkies as they look exactly like a joke shop rubber chicken under all those feathers. Not exactly enough eating on one of them to feed a family of four! Still, as we've got three of them and my neighbour volunteered to do all the work, coq au vin it is. Jon Snow was definitely interested in the proceedings and had to be ejected from the kitchen for trying to gnaw on a leg.....


Next it's gutting time, Josette spent a while wrestling to pull some unidentifiable bits out of each bird and removing extremities, since we didn't want to eat the heads (apparently this "delicacy" was her father's favourite bit!). Good job she was there as I would have had no idea what to remove and what to leave in.....

Now you have your ready-to-cook birds, complete with a couple of nice wobbly things beside them on the plate which are apparently good to eat. I think some of them are gizzards......

So, having thanked your neighbour for her services, wiped the blood from the kitchen surfaces and swept up the stray feathers on the floor, the next step is to cook the poor buggers. For this, I waited until the OH came home and handed him a knife to chop them into chunks....
Then you fry them in a bit of butter, chuck in some onions, cognac, lardons and lashings of red wine. If you're feeling extra adventurous you can even set fire to the brandy. Yes, normally you'd add mushrooms too but the kids don't like them.

Finally, put it all in the slow cooker to cook for ages, since these boys are old and tough! And guess what? It was delicious.....

Monday 18 November 2013

Why do I do it?

We went to another SJ competition yesterday. The usual sort of thing, had to be up at the stables for 6am (!) to just stand a round for half an hour whilst people faffed about kissing each other, smoking and generally not getting the horses loaded and off in a timely fashion. Such is French riding club life......

Stupid o'clock in the morning.....
Anyway we eventually set off in the dark following two trailers full of ponies. Had to have some loud rock music on in the car to keep me awake. Not much else on the roads which was just as well seeing as we had to keep stopping to apparently deal with something wrong with one of the trailers and thus blocking the road.....then we turned off the main road onto little roads through the vines. Aha, I thought, they know a short cut.....but no, after 20 minutes of driving around in circles it appeared that we were merely lost. Eventually we made it back to the main road and tried a different route and finally arrived at the stables where after a teeth-rattling drive down a track we had to park in the traditional muddy field.

Then there was a mad dash to get a child and pony ready for the first class as we'd missed the course walk at 7.30 (when it was still pretty much dark) due to our scenic tour of the local goat tracks prior to arrival. Then after a scramble to get the rest of them sorted and on board, there was the equally traditional wait - hours of standing around whilst subsequent classes totally failed to start on time.

As a counterpoint to all this frantic inactivity was the local chasse banging away in the background. Not sure what they were after but presumably they were hunting it with machine guns since a lot of the time it sounded like there was a firework display going off somewhere in the woods. This didn't go down to well with many of the equines, who started an impressive display of formation snorting, eye bulging and in some cases, bogging off......

 
The it was over to the collecting ring to watch the usual uncontrolled galloping about, near collisions and unscheduled dismounts. One poor girl managed to get chucked off a total of five times before getting anywhere near the actual competition arena. Think I'd have realised my horse was trying to tell me something long before reaching such an impressive tally of falls. Our kids managed to avoid the action and I was pleased to see the Ginger One taking it in her stride...

Unfortunately a couple of the other kids from the club got eliminated and had falls so there were the inevitable tears and after listening to them being consoled by various parents and the instructor to no effect I lost patience with it and ended up doing The Speech: "When I was your age I didn't even have my own pony so think yourselves lucky you're even here to get the chance to balls it up and fall off!" etc.

Ali did a couple of reasonable rounds on Nahiade, she had one pole down in the Club 3 as she lost concentration and the beastie rushed at it and pretty much the same thing happened in the 80cm class which resulted in 2 down. They looked pretty good together though :-)

Between rounds we discovered a nice TREC course in the woods so sneaked off to see what Nahiade would make of it....
Then it was back to standing around, trying to drink thé pas bon which is all you ever get at these things and eating cold anaemic frites. Still, there was always the ongoing spectacle of people hitting the deck to give us something to watch, and the usual unpleasant handling of frequently stressed equines by over-horsed children wearing spurs and carrying big sticks. And not just the kids, one bloke treated us to such an abysmal display of terrible riding and totally unsympathetic handling of his horse that I had to suppress the urge to go over and kick him in the bollocks. Could be the last show I attend in this country for a while and I don't think I'll miss it.....
Still, gets you out of the house, eh?

Saturday 16 November 2013

A Sunshine Award :-)

I got nominated for another award :-D  This time a Sunshine Award (more on that here), and that means more questions to answer.

“Here is what the sunshine award means, “bloggers who positively and creatively inspire others in the blogosphere.” Of course all awards have rules for awarding people. Rules below.”

1. First, the nominee must thank the blogger that nominated her and link to her blog.
Thanks, Martine. Her blog is here
 
2. Then, she must answer a list of ten questions and post to her blog.


So here we go:

1. Do you prefer Mares or Geldings?

Mares, definitely. You learn so much more from them.....

2. English or Western?

English I suppose but my hacking style is leaning towards the Western.......

3. Do you prefer “younger” or “older” horses?
 
I have 3 babies so younger!! I find it easier to start with a blank canvas than deal with other people's mistakes......
 
4. Have you ever trained a horse from ground zero?
 
Yup, am on my 3rd (4th if you count Milka, Ali's first Shetland from hell pony, more about her here). Big responsibility, very time consuming, but immensely rewarding :-)
 
5.  Do you prefer riding or ground work?
 
Hard to say, I like them both! I don't think you can truly be a competent rider if you don't do your groundwork.
 
6.  Do you board your horse or keep it at home?
 
I look after them myself but they're on someone else's land, so effectively I am keeping them "at home". For now, anyway......
 
7. Do you do all natural things or commercial stuff?
 
I try to keep them as naturally as possible and let them be horses. No stables, rugs, clipping, shoes. Don't have a lot of spare cash for buying commercial stuff! Can't be doing with "all the gear and no idea" types either......
 
8. All Tacked up or Bareback?
 
Usually all tacked up. Have ridden bareback in a headcollar but a saddle is definitely more comfy for the mileage I do! Usually bitless though and I hate to see horses strapped down with gadgets :-(
 
9. Equestrian model?
 
Not sure I've got one really. I like people who think about things from the horse's point of view and consider working with them rather than imposing our will on them no matter what. People like Ross Jacobs and Mark Rashid. My "virtual" dressage coach Trudi Dempsey is pretty good at this too :-)
 
10. What’s your, one, main goal while being in the horse world?
 
I would love to do a long ride one day. Like all round the coast of the UK, or from the top to the bottom of France. Gotta get the SNO off my hands first though ;-)
 
3. Next she must nominate ten bloggers for the award and let them know.
 
Here's my list:
 
 
I enjoy reading all of these blogs. Feel free to accept or ignore the award....
 
4. Finally, the Sunshine Award button must be posted on the blog
 
Although the one Martine made is probably more appropriate for me ;-)
 
 

Saturday 9 November 2013

Rain, rain......

Seems like I haven't done anything with the horses (or this blog) for ages, mainly because we've been over to the UK for the half term holiday (sorting out a few things, some changes on the horizon, more on that another day) and since we got back it has rained and rained......

So this morning as a tiny bit of sun appeared we went to take the girls for a walk. We were supposed to be doing a TREC training day up at the stables this weekend but it's been cancelled due to the ground being so wet :-( But there's no reason we can't do TREC training at home........

Tari first, we went for a wander in the woods with the SNO armed with a bag to collect things.....Tari was a bit curious but not too bothered by the rustling plastic thing


We found some logs to go over and branches to go under, a nice contre-bas and contre-haut - a pile of gravel that she scrambled up and down no problem.....




The stream was nice and full again and in she went, a slight panic at sinking in to the mud at the bottom but she soon figured out it wasn't quicksand (and there were some tasty plants growing in the water)


We took her back to the field and the it was Sky's turn, she was less happy to leave the others but we got her attention away from them long enough to do our little course too


Not at all keen on the water though, but when we did get her in, she splashed and Ali got soaked!



And now it's raining again, hopefully it'll stop at some point so we can get out for a hack this weekend ;-/