Chicken with Lemon and Oregano
Jonathan had been wanting chicken fillet for a while, and last night seemed a good time to make it. I chopped a shallot onion very finely and dropped that into a frying pan with olive oil. When the shallot onion began to brown, I added two pounded chicken fillets, and dusted the tops with oregano. When one side was brown, I turned them, added more oregano and freshly ground pepper. Then I took them out of the pan, and deglazed it with a mixture of lemon juice and zest, a couple of tablespoons chicken stock and a little water. I let that reduce for a couple of seconds and then added a swirl of margarine. When that was gone, I put the fillets back in the pan and let them sit there over very low heat.
I served them with fresh steamed asparagus and noodles and margarine. I poured some of the sauce over the fillet and the noodles when I plated them. The fillets were lemony and bright, but the chicken stock and the margarine softened the edges of the lemon, and it was all very flavorful and easy.
(The chicken stock was homemade and came from the freezer. I microwaved a container until it was very icy slush and scraped out what I wanted and put the rest back.)
We don't normally watch the Oscars. There's very little point given that we don't watch a lot of movies, and the ones we do tend to be genre - SF and fantasy, for the most part. And those, no matter how good, rarely get nominated for anything besides the technical awards. Which is always frustrating. In fact, it bothers me amazingly that it's rare (I know it does happen) that a movie as brilliant as say, The Incredibles gets anything
However. Jon Stewart was hosting. And he was good - a tad nervous at first and never had the celebs in the audience, but he was sharp and funny and smart. And it moved so fast - I think it was the lack of production numbers.
The only movie I had seen was Brokeback Mountain, so I was no judge. I think that George Clooney got his Oscar in place of the ones he might have deserved but wouldn't get, and that was that for Jake Gyllenhaal. I was glad that BBM got for best adapted screenplay and best director (but how do you have that, plus noms for three of your actors and NOT get Best Picture? On the other hand, I haven't seen the others, so I don't know.) I was rooting for Felicity Huffman, though. And Michelle Williams. And Heath Ledger, although clearly it wasn't the gay thing that kept him from getting the nod, which means that the other actor was just better.
And the dresses were so....pale and uninteresting this year.