Chicken... in a jar

<p align="justify">The French king Henry IV decreed that chicken should be cooked in a French peasant's pot every Sunday. That's why today we are preparing&nbsp; the same chicken. By the way, in the absence of a pot, you can use the most ordinary&hellip; jar!</p>

In April 1598, the great French king Henry IV signed his famous Edict of Nantes, which equalized Protestants in rights with Catholics. This is the same king who at one time formulated the most correct national project: so that every Sunday a chicken would be cooked in a French peasant’s pot. Therefore, today we are preparing not a dish, but a political program - that same chicken. By the way, in the absence of a pot, you can use the most ordinary... jar!

Let's take a two-liter bottle, or even more: when all the chicken is in the jar, there should be a lot of free space left. Is it a hen or a rooster – go figure! The only thing more difficult to answer is whether our hero is a Catholic or a Huguenot. His mother raised him as a Huguenot, his father, Antoine Bourbon, the king of the microstate of Navarre, conveniently located between France and Spain, converted to Catholicism and baptized his son there. When dad died, mom immediately returned the child to Protestantism.
Chop the chicken into pieces that will fit into the neck of the jar. This is also in the spirit of that time - cutting into pieces. On August 18, 1572, the Protestant Henry married the sister of the Catholic king. It would seem that there was peace, friendship, chewing gum, and the Protestant nobles who came to this wedding did not suspect anything. And they were thrown out of the windows six days later, on St. Bartholomew's Day. Lucky Heinrich, however, saved himself by again converting to Catholicism. The third change of faith, and he was not yet 20! However, who can blame Henry for choosing to become a Catholic rather than a dead man?
Before we put the chicken in our “pot,” let’s carefully examine it, that is, her, the jar. So that there are no bubbles in the glass, no chips and that it is wiped dry - so that it does not burst right in the oven. We will carefully examine you as if you were your own wife. By the way, Henry’s wife was Margarita of Valois, Queen Margot, as Dumas called her, a sweet girl who, at the age of 13, entered into a love affair with her own brother. Henry found himself at a court where marital fidelity was considered a mild form of dementia. He did not resist and soon he himself ran at night between the rooms of Margarita and her maid of honor, the Greek Mademoiselle Deyel. And in the morning I was glad that both ladies looked rumpled, but happy.
Finally, put the pieces into a jar. Dry breast - down, on a layer of chicken - a couple of cloves of garlic, salt, pepper, and so on in layers - the whole chicken. Place a bay leaf on top and wrap the jar with several layers of foil - let it look like a crown. When our Henry was crowned, he understood that the majority of Catholics and the Protestant king would not support him - he again managed to convert to Protestantism, having once again quarreled with Catherine de Medici. Consider this to be the fourth apostasy! The first is probably difficult, but after the fourth, the fifth is child's play! And Henry again converted to Catholicism, saying the historical phrase: “Paris is worth a mass!”
Let's put the jar in the oven at not very high heat and let it simmer - long and hard. This is how Henry raised France. He reduced taxes - after all, a hungry peasant would leave his army hungry, took care of trade, crafts and, most importantly, nipped the religious war in the bud by signing the very Edict of Nantes stating that both Protestants and Catholics have their inalienable rights. Also, you say, Newton’s binomial for me! The Volga flows into the Caspian Sea. Did you know that this was the first document that allowed people of different faiths to live normally in one state with almost equal rights? The entire multiculturalism and multi-confessionalism of Europe is rooted in the Edict of Nantes.
Now serve the chicken, preferably with pickles and rice. Each piece will be so beautiful and fragrant that it’s even difficult to choose. The problem of choice also tormented Heinrich. His usual norm is 12-13 parallel women, the majority, of course, are laundresses and seamstresses, but by no means only they! And if the fanatic Francois Ravaillac had not reached the king with his dagger, who would even remember the pathetic adventures of some Bill Clinton?
Let us carry out the political program of the great king - we will put such a chicken on our table on holiday. And bon appetit to you all!

how much of what?
1 chicken, 1 head of garlic, salt, pepper, bay leaf