Sunday afternoons were created for a few specific things: good movies, long naps, glasses of red wine, OH - and football. All of which preferably happens whilst some decadent deliciousness bubbles away in my oven or slow cooker.
And this deliciouness is what I made to stock my freezer in case I didn't feel like cooking when I got back from the Christmas holiday. Of course, not all of them actually made it to the freezer. But I suppose it would have been naive of me to think they would. Especially when I braised the chicken in mole.
Bubbling mole in all it's thick, rich, chocolately goodness is exactly what I'd like to smell while I lay on my couch taking occassional sips of a big California Zinfandel, and slip in and out of conciousness while some movie starring Ryan Gosling plays softly in the background. That is my definition of a perfect Sunday afternoon.
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