Who in the world am I? Ah, that’s the great puzzle.
– Lewis Carrol, Alice in Wonderland
During this past week I’ve been at home alone because Mr. H. was away on a business trip. This gave me plenty of time to speak to myself, time for introspection. On the last day it hit me. All of a sudden I had a realisation and it made complete sense:
I am a creative person. And I actually don’t have a scientific mind.
What? Considering that the degrees I hold are in pharmacy and pharmacy related, and that all of my professional life have revolved around these areas, for a moment it was a bit of a shock. But only for a moment.
I mean, don’t worry, I obviously understand science and medicine because of my training and experience. I don’t work in a pharmacy now, but when I have done I loved it. If I could, I wouldn’t not reconsider working in pharmacy again. I think what I loved about it was being with people and the creative aspects of helping them solve problems.
I realise that I don’t fill my head and my time with scientific experiments and what not. I only want to fill my time with creativity and art to some extent, I just want to play the piano, write, photograph, and make things with my hands. Even though I don’t live off any of these things, fortunately I do not work with test tubes and through the years I unconsciously found a way to evolve my profession towards a mix between science and creativity (in the artistic sense, not in the mixing things in test tubes to see what we get sense).
So, I asked, why on earth did I study something scientific? When I was young I lived in lots of different countries. This meant that the only linear part of my academic education was the scientific part. Because of that, it only made sense that I would go on to study something scientific. If it weren’t for that, if I would have stayed in the same place, might I have gone of to do a career in something artistic instead?
I have no idea…
Beer and Mustard Chicken
The weather has been horrid here for the last week. Remember the screenshot I showed you in my previous post, yep, apart from the moment of sunshine that permitted my boiler to be fixed, the rest of the days have been exactly like in the screenshot. Rain, rain, rain, which calls for some comfort food.
Last time I was in the North of France by bought a recipe book that featured typical Ch’ti recipes with lots of comfort food. Ch’ti is what they call the people, or the culture even, from the very Northen French regions that touch Belgium, and with many Belgian aspects in their culture. The recipe book includes lots of recipes that use beer, so I’ve been experimenting with some of them. Hey, they’re great! This chicken wasn’t a recipe as such, but it was a typical Sofia observes five different recipes then creates her own using the technique learnt from all five kind of recipe.
1 chicken, 1 litre beer, 1 tablespoon mustard, 3 shallots, 2tablespoons flour, 1 bunch rosemary, 1 bunch thyme, 5 laurel leaves, 2 tablespoons butter, salt, black pepper
Cut the chicken into quarters. The ladies at the chicken stall in the market did that for me.
Heat the butter in a large pot, I used a Dutch oven. Add the chicken and cook over medium heat until more or less golden. Remove the chicken.
Peel and slice the shallots. In the same pot and the same butter, add the shallots. Cook over low heat for a few minutes until they are soft.
Add the chicken again. Add the mustard. Sprinkle the flour over the top. Cook for about one minute. Add the beer slowly. Add all the rest of the ingredients. Cook over low-medium heat for about 30 minutes, stirring occasionally.
Typically serve with French fries or mashed potato. Here it was served with mashed potato and turnip purée, both made by Mr. H. In other words, this dish was made with team work.
Enjoy your meal!