Chicken breasts & a simple, velvety sauce

Every family has its own chicken story...

Every family has its own chicken story. Whether it's the tradition of roasting the whole bird every Friday night for dinner, having a coop in the garden, or distant funny memories somehow connected to takeaway chicken wings... My family's chicken story is very old. Yet it's still remembered to this day. 

My great-uncle was an enthusiastic hunter. I was eight years old when

the whole family gathered at his house for Christmas. Very early on Boxing Day he went out with his rifle to bring us lunch. And he did – when he came back from the nearby woods he had two black-feathered birds under his belt. He claimed to have found and shot two wild chickens. They weren't of the local species my great auntie was familiar with - but who knew, nature was changing, maybe they'd migrated from somewhere else... When we'd finished our roast chicken lunch and only their carcasses were left on the table, the neighbor knocked at the door. The side of his chicken coop had been smashed in, and he hadn't noticed that the chickens had escaped on Christmas Day. Now he was looking for the escapees in the neighbor's yards and in the woods: two black and five ginger hens and the rooster. My great-uncle said he hadn't seen any, but that he might have heard some crowing in the woods... He didn't want to spoil the good neighborly relations by telling the truth. So, to make up for his guilt, he bought a bottle of good whisky and left it on his neighbor's doorstep as an anonymous gift.  

This recipe doesn't involve wild or neighbor's chickens, unless of course you have them. I will also include the recipe for a simple homemade chicken stock. You can find it below.