There’s honestly not much to say about this meal. A perfectly roasted free-range organic chicken on roasted (mostly) roots- carrot, parsnip, turnip, onion, garlic (an entire head) and fennel, with gravy made from giblet broth with turnip and celery plus a duck/chicken fat roux and a perfect winter mesclun salad. I tried a 2004 Andromeda, and while it’s pretty much unrecognizable as pinot noir, it’s pretty wonderful with this kind of bad-ass home cooking. Milo said “Dad, I want you to roast a chicken every time you make dinner.” And then he ate all the garlic cloves and chicken skin he could get his greasy hands on, followed by everything else. This dinner didn’t stand a chance.