A cold night in late October. Wind blowing the trees around, fallen leaves swirling up and scratching at the windows. We were happy to be warm inside, lucky in fact.
Chili is one of my husband’s favourite dishes and, since he’s been working very hard lately, I really wanted to make him some. But he’s also been having tummy trouble lately, so a bowlful of red meat would have sentenced him (and, by extension, me) to another sleepless night.
There are a few French classics I love and make all the time, such as Ratatouille Provençale, and others I rarely attempt, such as Boeuf Bourguignon.
So, almost two weeks on from St. Patrick’s Day, I finally decided to make the previously-abandoned Irish stew. The problem I had was that the last time I made Jamie’s recipe, we all found it to be a little bitter. That was undoubtedly the Guinness….
