Just returned home from an Up North retreat with girlfriends: camaraderie, cross-country skiing and wine tasting on Old Mission Peninsula were some of the highlights. Most of us are passionate cooks — some having made it our livelihoods — so we eschewed the great restaurants in the area, preferring to scratch-cook our dinners and enjoy them by the fire.
We divvied up meals to prepare, and the dinner I’d planned was a favorite, yet relatively simple, Chicken and Radish recipe. My plans were thwarted when the other enthusiastic cooks brought enough incredibly delicious food to feed an army. I ended up using the chicken for poached chicken sandwiches, carting home the tarragon and radishes.
Craving grains, I decided to make a dish with barley. The result (recipe below) scratched my itch; the butter adding to its lusciousness, but you may substitute with olive oil, if desired, to cut saturated fat. I love the slight cauliflower flavor of radishes when roasted, and the licorice hint of tarragon adds to its depth of flavor.
I made extra tarragon butter, and froze it for last minute seasonings on quickie fish and chicken dishes.
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Hi there! I'm Peggy Lampman -
Food writer by trade, curious cook by design.
The past 30 years have witnessed a raucous race from my professional to
home kitchen - persnickety customers, petulant children and piles of dirty dishes
lie in my wake. And the dinnerFeeds - well - they
are my story. More about Peggy and this site...
Taste buds prickle; wanderlust triggered. An Argentine barbecue (asado)
enticed me to Patagonia. A friend gave me a vial of ground sumac berries--4 months later I was
waking at dawn to the "Call To Prayer" in Turkey. Porcini to Tuscany, and so on. Read more about my chronicles of
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