As I look at these photos, I can taste this stew all over again. And what a beautiful memory it brings, sitting in the kitchen with my parents on a cold and miserable day (my favourite days), with the rain pouring down and cascading droplets on the windows, a heavy breeze blowing outside, and the warm rich smells of mamas home cooking wafting through the house.
And then I ask myself. Why do we have to grow up? I’ll take a time machine back to watching my mum in the kitchen perform her miracles any day.
So, of course, we had to recreate it…just for you guys. With the added benefits of eating afterwards.
And if confessions mean anything these days, I have a confession to make. I may have taste tested this while it was simmering away, maybe more than once, while my mamas back was turned, because the aromas floating out of the pot were too much to handle. Too much to turn down. Just too much to sit through without peaking at it.
At this point, I have to say, I know ‘stew’ is not an attractive word, but it’s so unbelievably deeeeelicious to eat, I had to post it.
This fulfilling dish has all the magical elements: lentils; pumpkin; chicken; potatoes; spinach; all cooked and gently simmered to love one another, through sickness and in health, til we do them part. I think in this world of recipes, and blogging, and creating unique recipes no one has ever heard of, you can’t beat traditional. Traditional.kicks.some.serious.eating.beee-hind.
And from my childhood to you, I present the best stew you will have have in your life (besides your mums). … Read More
