Today was one of those days where Mom was in a rush. Not to go to work, but to go to church: today is the feast of Saint John the Baptist, a feast celebrated throughout much of Northern Europe. And Haiti, apparently.
Since I burn rice and Yveline is not always that creative, Mom made us dinner in a grand total of twenty minutes before rushing out the door in with a bustle of bags and a cloud of perfume. I think it’s a procession – she won’t be back for say, forever.
Anyway, here is the recipe pieced together from what I could observe as she ordered me to chop garlic and hand her the chicken:
