Pomegranate Glazed Chicken ~ To Hobnob with the Dead

It’s said that around the end of October the veil between the worlds is at its thinnest, allowing the Living to hobnob with the Dearly Departed. One unsettling tradition this time of year is a Dumb Supper: a silent dinner held in honor of those who have passed on. Since there would be many such delightful celebrations on Samhain, Sister Madly decided to host hers early.

Now last year’s attempt was fraught with problems, including an uncertainty as to how to invite the Dead to dinner, and not having enough space to accommodate the guests. The latter of these issues was easily solved this time around as Sister Madly would be house-sitting for her sister – the impeccable Tallulah – and her husband while they venture off and do saintly anniversary things.

As for inviting the Dead… there are Spells specifically tailored for summoning the spirits, but spelling was one of Sister Madly’s weaker subjects when she was a school-aged brat and she is proud to say that she hasn’t improved much since. And as neither the Dead nor Sister Madly is on social media, she resorted to verbal invitations, arbitrarily shouting them out these last few months regardless of the hour, especially when passing a cemetery.*

* She also invited a cow, a vagrant in plaid pants, a scrub jay, and a tow truck while utilizing this method.

The arrangements were nearly perfect: the house is set back from the street, thus away from the prying eyes of the HOA should calling up the Dead be in violation of the Bylaws. Also, should the more impish of the Dearly Departed choose to stick around after the Supper, they will be haunting Tallulah and possessing her 2 toffee-nosed cats.

And perhaps an appliance or two.

When hosting a Dumb Supper, one is required one to feed the guests; not only is it polite, it speaks well of one’s upbringing. Naturally, Sister Madly decided to raid Tallulah’s pantry to fulfill the menu- no doubt Tallulah would be pleased to find her cupboards stripped bare for the sake of the Dearly Departed, just as she would be happy to find that her humble abode ransacked for the event.

However, this did not go as planned. The only fare that had potential was a can of Spam,* a post-ripe mango, half a bottle of vodka, and a tin of Oh, My Cod! cat food- it was not unlike the Peanuts Thanksgiving of jelly beans, popcorn, and buttered toast- and that was unacceptable. After all, the Dead might be gluten-free, and it would be inhospitable of Sister Madly not to accommodate the dietary needs of her ephemeral guests. It was most impolite of the impeccable Tallulah to have not been more prepared for the Dumb Supper she didn’t know Sister Madly was going to host.

* The Spam was a wedding gift to Tallulah 3 years prior, and manners forbid Sister Madly from revealing the giver.

Just as she was mentally rehearsing her Why-Is-There-No-Food-For-The-Dead Reprimand (complete with dramatic eyebrow-arching at appropriate intervals) Sister Madly became aware of a low and oh-so mysterious hum somewhere at the dark end of the house.

Sister Madly does not like the dark end of the house, not when there’s mysterious hums and no curtains on the windows (seriously, Tallulah, that last one- what gives?)

But then, she became indignant: the Supper was not for 2 days yet! While simple etiquette tells us that fashionably late to a party is acceptable, 2 days early is nothing more than outrageously boorish, regardless of one’s mortal state. Sister Madly will have to see about leaving a Book of Manners at the cemetery the next time she passes by.

Armed with the adorable Ebenezer (ghosts, she decided, become weak in their nebulous knees at the sight of a grumpy Persian,) Sister Madly investigated this ghostly transmission and soon discovered the source: standing upright at the edge of the bathroom sink was Tallulah’s electric toothbrush, at full-power on its own accord, slowly rotating in its place.

If this was not the early arrival of the Invite, then this must be a transmission* of a wretched soul who had passed on in this very room. Everybody knows that ghosts commonly haunt the place of their death, particularly if that death was tragic.

And Sister Madly knows exactly how that happened:

* The transmission was a request of Chinese Takeout. Sister Madly, of course, obliged.

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POMEGRANATE GLAZED CHICKEN

  • 8-10 chicken drumsticks/thighs

MARINADE

  • 1 Tbsp sumac
  • 1 Tbsp garlic, minced
  • 2 tsp lime juice
  • 1 tsp cumin
  • 1 tsp smoked paprika
  • 1/3 cup olive oil

POMEGRANATE GLAZE ~ (yields approx. ½ cup)

  • 2 cups pomegranate juice
  • 1 tsp garlic powder
  • ½ tsp ginger powder
  • 1 Tbsp balsamic vinegar
  • 2-3 Tbsp honey (to taste)
  • ¼-½ tsp harissa or sriracha (to taste)
  • ½ tsp Worcestershire Sauce
  • salt, to taste

MARINADE
Mix together marinade ingredients
Add chicken; shake/mix to coat
Refrigerate 30min – 24hrs

GLAZE
Mix together all ingredients except Worcestershire
Bring to a boil
Reduce heat; simmer to reduce (glaze will coat the back of spoon)
Add Worcestershire; mix and simmer 2-3 minutes
Adjust honey and harissa/sriracha to taste
Remove from heat; set aside

BAKE
Preheat oven to 400*
Place chicken in a baking tray (for crispier chicken, add baking rack to tray)
Bake for 45 min
Remove from oven, brush chicken with glaze
Return to oven; bake 10-15 min, or until cooked through
Brush with remaining glaze straight from oven

 THEME SONG: Ghost Story, Charming Disaster

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28 responses

  1. What a fun use of Garfield!

    Liked by 1 person

    November 19, 2017 at 7:10 AM

    • ;c) It’s from a site called Garfield Minus Garfield, which edits out Garfield and leaves Jon looking like a very lonely creature… although I admit, I talk to my toaster from time to time as well.

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      November 19, 2017 at 12:34 PM

  2. The not so dearly departed are a funny conglomerate. That would be funny as in “strange” and not “ha ha”.

    When to make use of a single “f” or use a double “ff”, quite the conundrum.

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    November 19, 2017 at 7:22 AM

    • Strange or not, the not-so-dearly-departed sound like a lot of fun to mingle with- of course, I say that while it’s still daylight and the birds are singing… might change my mind in a few hours.

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      November 19, 2017 at 12:56 PM

  3. Personally I would think Spam was fit for the dead – certainly not fit for the living. As for vodka… well neat spirits were summoned, were they not? Couldn’t be better.
    I don’t trust the many different recipes for a ‘Coffin Nail’ to be found on the internet, and for some reason intuition suggests slow gin as an appropriate tipple.
    And I don’t trust that cat, either. Specially not round that chicken… although the sticky glaze would make an effective anti theft marker for someone that fluffy.
    What happened to the cow?

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    November 19, 2017 at 9:50 AM

    • Vodka, gin… those are spirits I don’t mind summoning from time to time. We usually mingle well.

      The cat- you are right not to trust him. He was very demanding of the Chinese food and sulked when he did not get any. No doubt he had been possessed by the toothbrush.

      The cow didn’t show up. But the scrub jay did- with family.

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      November 19, 2017 at 1:02 PM

  4. Love this recipe!!!

    Liked by 1 person

    November 19, 2017 at 3:47 PM

  5. I missed your voice! Lovely hilarious read and Garfield was missing…Just Jon Arbuckle! the recipe is sounding awesome and pomegranate with Chicken sounds just fantastic! Hope you can save a seat at the table for my late granny who passed decades ago! LOL! She would have enjoyed the festivity ha ha!

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    November 19, 2017 at 8:47 PM

    • Garfield’s missing from the comic because he was chillin’ with you, of course.

      And your granny is welcome to the Supper!

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      November 20, 2017 at 2:28 PM

      • Lol!! Garfield’s chilling with me! *face palms* Of course! How could I forget! Have a great Thanksgiving dinner and good of you to have granny as a dinner “guest”- Take care SM! Garfield hugs 🤗🤗💕💕

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        November 20, 2017 at 3:48 PM

  6. While I’ve missed your amazing writing, this was a Sunday treat for me…

    Liked by 1 person

    November 26, 2017 at 10:32 AM

  7. The Infrequent Poet

    One of these days Girl, we connect, I’m sure of it. You know who

    Liked by 1 person

    December 1, 2017 at 2:46 PM

  8. The Infrequent Poet

    I meant, “We’ll Connect.” What a piss-poor use of grammar spell-check turned out to be. Yes, I still read you faithfully.

    You know who. . . don’t you????

    Liked by 1 person

    December 1, 2017 at 2:52 PM

    • Indeed, I do know… I do hope all is well for you, my friend. ;c)

      Like

      December 2, 2017 at 8:40 PM

  9. tmezpoetry

    Smiles, take out for the dead eh lol

    Liked by 1 person

    December 7, 2017 at 2:43 AM

  10. locksley2010

    Long time, no see, Moppett!
    A Dumb Supper, eh? I have to admit the idea kinda freaks me out a little. Not with the inviting the dead thing, but eating in total silence with only the noises of chewing, munching and slurping to drive me insane….. I’m shuddering just thinking about it. 😱

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    January 22, 2018 at 5:54 AM

    • A Dumb Supper seems much easier when you’re the only one attending… only Living one, that is.

      Then again, deliberately trying to remain silent, even if alone, would probably leave one babbling uncontrollably, much like how when we’re told to ‘say something- anything!’ we’re struck silent.

      Life is weird.

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      January 22, 2018 at 12:35 PM

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