Buckwheat is soaked with juice flowing from the chicken becomes fragrant, melt in your mouth, and the chicken turns out tender with a crispy crust. I recommend to cook even if you don't like buckwheat. I'm sure you'll appreciate this recipe.
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First prepare the marinade: pour the mayonnaise 2/3 teaspoon of salt, squeezing a slice of lemon (only need juice), squeezing the garlic through a garlic press, pepper. (and other spices to use, the main thing that chicken and the oven came)
Chicken singe, wash, wipe with a towel or just to wait to dry On a pan suitable for the oven to put faceted glass upside down, to bring him chicken wing tips to trim or hide between Bedrichov and breast making small incisions in the skin. Good to cover our beauty marinade.
In a pan pour a glass of buckwheat "Mistral", pour the remaining 1/3 teaspoon salt.
Pour 2.5 cups of water, put the pan in a preheated 185 degree oven for about 1.5 hours. Watch and remove when ready. I have an ancient oven, so I gave her 1 time unfold 180 degrees after about 40 minutes of cooking.
Get fragrant buckwheat with a ruddy hen, and calls all to the table almost lyric on the subject: In Lytkarino near Moscow there was Stepan. In the spring, So my wife don't starve, to the farm He went to plow And Mistral, his wife In the house began to plead, Cleaned up, Yes began to think That food on the table apply. Need meat to get, and who am I to kill? Geese getting fat, the Rabbit's small though... barely... On the trouble, edrit Chicken to Mistral runs Young, and thick, Straight as the lady with the canvas. Hands to her, and she and I am glad That you just what I want. Well I love you, Yes in the oven for an Hour or two to guard the grain. Here already and the husband comes at home nose leads Smell like him, took a Fork, calls his wife. -"The tonight dear..." In the kitchen she went naked... Husband was taken aback, sat down, but the Hen wife carries. He hen looks At he felt hungry, And said with eyes staring I love you Mistral. Then I wrote, so sorry, ran...