This is one of my oldest recipes. Like so many good things in life, it was a serendipitous accident. While David and I were stationed in Montana in the early '70s we founded a branch of the Mythopoeic Society called Gondolin. After a meeting at our house one evening, we decided to ask the group - there were only half a dozen - to stay for dinner. I took stock of the kitchen and found I had some chicken, we had served mulled cider at the meeting, and this is how it turned out. Actually, you can tell how old this is by the fact that in those days I could actually eat pineapple without an allergic reaction.I can still visualize that chicken browning in my square electric skillet that my godmother, June Gates, gave to me as an engagement gift. I still have that skillet with me in Colorado more than forty years later. It still works, too.
2 frying chickens, cut into serving pieces
half a cup of flour
salt and pepper
margarine or butter
2 cups spiced cider
1 can pineapple chunks (and juice)
raisins