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.
Adobo Chicken with rice and peas ala Joey and Stan. Wow. Memorable.