El Niño is at the door and he’s not leaving. Good thing we got prepped for this lasting rainy cold weather last year in France. And in France, like in most places, food saves the day. Because we live in Los Angeles, we don’t get too ornery about vacation weather fails. I mean it’s nice that we’re even on vacation, but constant downpours in the city of lights sorta dampened strolling and site-seeing. But don’t cry for me Argentina because the French also figured out indoors, giving us some pretty okay museums and restaurants and umbrella stands.
In Aix en Provence, my sister and fam pumped us like geese full of cheeses, breads, charcuterie, wine and traditional French fare. We swooned over this poulet provencal dinner that she served with sautéed eggplant and zucchini, and crusty bread. I’ve made it a few times since on rainy weather days, changing it up to reflect available fridge produce and our appetites, but I never waiver from the seasonings that make this dish recognizably special and oh so French. Something about fragrant roast chicken that turns a drab musty atmosphere into an aromatic bistro and warms the soul.
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