That's when we opened up the bottle of red to add to the dish as it bubbled away on the stove. And then we opened the second bottle of wine to drink while we waited for the chicken to cook. Needless to say, hours later the apartment was saturated with the smell of onions and stock and we were sprawled out more or less unconscious with food and wine. Ahh, Saturdays and overeating, I do love you.
If you're curious about the recipe that I used, here it is. It is quite superb and Elise has never failed me before.
PS: I really do need a dutch oven. Does anyone have any suggestions?