I have been meaning to make harissa for years. Literally. I came across the recipe around 5-6 years ago on this blog.
Then Alex got sick, I had to go to the store for some things for him and I remembered the recipe. So I bought the things that I needed.
This is one of those things that you’re like, “I waited years to do this thing that was so easy.” Maybe you don’t have those experiences. But I do.
Basically you soak dried chiles in water.
Then you blend the chiles with the other ingredients.
This. Is. Delicious.
I have some plans for this and a chicken that lies waiting innocently in the fridge.
Oh little birdy, I am going to massage the fragrant paste into your skin then stuff your cavity with aromatics. I am going to roast you and your juices will drip onto a bed of sweet potatoes.
Can’t. Wait.
But there’s the little issue of a sink that isn’t draining. At all. Though my desire for this roasted chicken swells by the moment, I am not cooking chicken under circumstances that involve sitting water.
Guess I’ll be waiting after all.