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matt_doyle) wrote2011-04-26 01:36 pm
matt_doyle) wrote2011-04-26 01:36 pm
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Continuing Culinary Adventures.
Or, a recipe for chicken.
You are hosting a group dinner. Realize the night beforehand that you do not have enough chicken, and walk to the grocery store at midnight to buy another 3-lb. bag of chicken breasts. Thaw both that bag and the one you have at home on the counter overnight.
In the morning, look up how long it takes to bake chicken. The internet claims 20 minutes with the oven at 400 degrees. Plan your cooking schedule accordingly.
Make a marinade for your chicken. It's a lot of chicken, so it will take a lot of marinade.
1 & 3/4 cups water
1 tablespoon chicken boullion
1 tablespoon Worcestershire sauce. Maybe 2 tablespoons.
1/2 to 1 tablespoon lemon juice (you're out of lime juice. damn!!!)
1.5 tablespoons seasoned salt.
1/2 tablespoon old bay.
1 to 1.5 tablespoons smoky horseradish, added furtively without measuring because you have to hide it from Megan, who does not like horseradish under most circumstances.
Marinate for 6 hours.
Take 1 bulb of garlic and divide into cloves. Take 1 white onion and slice it into large chunks so your brother Thomas can pick them out.
Preheat the oven. People need to roast potatoes in it for 40 minutes, so you have some time.
In a deep, 9" by 13" baking pan, arrange all that chicken, and scatter the onion and garlic over it. pour about a quarter of the marinade over the top too. Have Megan cover it in tinfoil, since you are really bad at doing that without wasting asstons of tinfoil, and put it in the oven to bake.
20 minutes later, the potatoes are done.
The chicken is still pink and raw.
Curse the lying internets.
Serve the rest of dinner early rather than letting it get cold. Then, 15-20 minutes later, have the chicken as a second course. Cheerfully taunt one of your guests about his fears of salmonella. Sorry, Tim.
Discover that the chicken is juicy and delicious, and weirdest of all, it tastes precisely the way you imagined and intended it to. You are a good cook, but nothing ever comes out exactly how you want it, even if it does all come out delicious.
Devour.
You are hosting a group dinner. Realize the night beforehand that you do not have enough chicken, and walk to the grocery store at midnight to buy another 3-lb. bag of chicken breasts. Thaw both that bag and the one you have at home on the counter overnight.
In the morning, look up how long it takes to bake chicken. The internet claims 20 minutes with the oven at 400 degrees. Plan your cooking schedule accordingly.
Make a marinade for your chicken. It's a lot of chicken, so it will take a lot of marinade.
1 & 3/4 cups water
1 tablespoon chicken boullion
1 tablespoon Worcestershire sauce. Maybe 2 tablespoons.
1/2 to 1 tablespoon lemon juice (you're out of lime juice. damn!!!)
1.5 tablespoons seasoned salt.
1/2 tablespoon old bay.
1 to 1.5 tablespoons smoky horseradish, added furtively without measuring because you have to hide it from Megan, who does not like horseradish under most circumstances.
Marinate for 6 hours.
Take 1 bulb of garlic and divide into cloves. Take 1 white onion and slice it into large chunks so your brother Thomas can pick them out.
Preheat the oven. People need to roast potatoes in it for 40 minutes, so you have some time.
In a deep, 9" by 13" baking pan, arrange all that chicken, and scatter the onion and garlic over it. pour about a quarter of the marinade over the top too. Have Megan cover it in tinfoil, since you are really bad at doing that without wasting asstons of tinfoil, and put it in the oven to bake.
20 minutes later, the potatoes are done.
The chicken is still pink and raw.
Curse the lying internets.
Serve the rest of dinner early rather than letting it get cold. Then, 15-20 minutes later, have the chicken as a second course. Cheerfully taunt one of your guests about his fears of salmonella. Sorry, Tim.
Discover that the chicken is juicy and delicious, and weirdest of all, it tastes precisely the way you imagined and intended it to. You are a good cook, but nothing ever comes out exactly how you want it, even if it does all come out delicious.
Devour.