There's something to be said for home cooking. Cooking and food that comes from a recipe handed down from Grandmother's Friend to Mother to Son. Especially when you're invited to share that food on a Sunday evening with a couple of dear friends (and the requisite bottle of wine).
That invitation came to me yesterday and the feast I enjoyed this evening will probably keep me smiling for the rest of the week.
Take some chicken thighs and chicken legs. Put them into a pot with soy sauce, vinegar, vermouth and water. Bring to a boil and simmer covered for as long as is needed. (Yes, that's the entire recipe). The chicken that came out of that deep fragrant pot was the tenderest, juiciest fowl I have enjoyed since I can not remember when.
Ladle it and it's juices over fresh garden peas and seasoned rice. Toss in some warm crusty bread and you have food fit for Gods or at least, the Very Best Eats.
Adobo Chicken with rice and peas ala Joey and Stan. Wow. Memorable.