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Chicken Little ~ or, Cornish Game Hens

    Every once in a while little chickens made an appearance at the dinner table. We (the kids) felt fancy – primarily because we were eating chicken with a long, complicated name… and we got a whole bird… and we could pretend we were giants… That is, until dad saw us playing with our food and would pinch the bejeezus out of our sides… and make us eat our dinner sitting on the toilet…. good times… But when you get right down to it – there really isn’t anything fancy about a Rock Cornish Game Hen; the name is somewhat  of a misnomer. It’s just a tiny one pound hen. Grown in about 20 to 25 days, the “game hen” is a hybrid mix of a Cornish Game (just a name of a chicken) and a White Rock Chicken – both smaller chicken breeds. They’re bred for larger breasts and a better fat-to-meat ratio, giving you that full blown roasted hen feel, in a single serving package. I used to buy them a lot, …

Old Buttermilk Sky

Buttermilk Skies – In my mind’s eye, I can see my Dad looking up at those clabbered clouds. And, in that weird lilting falsetto singing voice he reserved for commercial jingles and pre-1960’s radio songs, belting out the first line of that old Hoagy Carmicheal classic. Never any more than that… just the first line. It’s kind of like the way he’d sing the old, old OLD jingle for Lay’s Potato Chips… “I crackle ’cause I’m crisp. I taste better because I’m fresh. I’m a treat. I’m full of zip – I’m a Lay’s Potato Chip” … every single time a fresh bag of chips got opened up for lunch. Or – his retelling of “The night Before Christmas” where he never got more than the  very beginning  out before Jane went into panic mode. “T’was the night before Christmas…” “Charles!“ “… and all through the…” “CHARLES!  I mean it!“ Apparently… Dad’s version was terribly vulgar. I’ll never know, I never heard it. * * * … but I can’t look up at the skies …

Simple Dinner Sunday ~ Chicken & Rice

Bonus at the market the other day…. tiny chickens. I’m not talking game hens (which can run upwards of $8), I’m talking itty bitty one pound fryers…. for a buck. I grabbed a handful (six) tossed them  in the cart, and sang a little song all the way to checkout. ♫ ♬ Tiny chickens … in the bin… makes me feel happy… when I win…♫ ♬ (Dean Martin’s Tiny Bubbles… you can sing along if you want.) I ended up spatchcocking a couple and grilling them, which worked out exceptionally well since they were very young chickens and extremely tender. But Jane’s been… well … punky… the past few days, so I planned on making some healing chicken soup with a few of them. But with the cooler weather and all, I wanted something more Stick-To-Your-Rib (ish) … and I compromised. Chicken & Rice Since I’m dealing with an anemic chicken – I’ve bolstered the meat by adding in a cup of boneless thigh meat and the leftover bones from the spatchcocking. I’m basing the recipe as if …

Hadji and a Couple of Thugs

Here’s the thing… so it’s not quite Alibaba and the Forty Thieves… okay – not even close. But the thought of packing 40 cloves of garlic into a chicken wing dish just gave Jane the Heebie Jeebies , ’cause she’s not really the garlic-zoo-breath kind of fan like I am. But – What I did have was: a lone leek that missed getting into the beef stew pool a shallot, some scallions a Spanish and Texas Sweet and a single garlic clove All just hanging around taking up space. So, it’s not a herd of scimitar wielding, pajama pant wearing, bare-chested  thieves… just a couple of smelly onion-y thugs. Chicken Wings with Mixed Alliums Serves 2 to 3 Ingredients  8 to 12 Whole Joint Chicken Wings 1 Leek 2 Shallots 1 Spanish (or other strong onion) 1 Texas Sweet (or other sweet onion) 1 Clove Garlic 2 Scallions 1 Carrot Salt and Cracked Black Pepper 6 to 8 Saffron Threads (a good pinch) 1/4 Teaspoon Ground Cumin Amazon.com Widgets Preheat the oven to 375 Tuck the wing tips …

Weeknight Meals – Chicken with Tomato Chutney

Here’s the thing… this is probably less of a chutney and more of an affected curry. But I really hate calling things curry.. that, well… isn’t. And besides, curry just brings to mind snippets of that forgotten night where me and the donkey woke up covered in roti crumbs reeking of hookah smoke. merrr… So, since it’s closer to chutney than that other thing…  we’re sticking to chutney. Chicken With Tomato Chutney Serves 4(ish) Ingredients 6 Chicken Thighs (Skin On) 6 to 8 Small Ripe Tomatoes (Patio Type) Cut in Half 1 Cup Diced Sweet Onion (Use your geographical favorite – Vidalia, Texas Sweet, Peruvian Sweet, Monrovian Sugar Head, Bora Bora Sweet Tooth…whatever…) 1/2 Cup Diced Celery 1 Clove Garlic – Minced 1 Can Black Olives – Drained (you’ll undoubtedly notice I’ve used the green ripe olives) 2 Teaspoons Garam Masala 1 Cup Vegetable Stock 1/2 Teaspoon Ground Mace 1/4 Teaspoon Red Pepper Flakes 1/4 Teaspoon Black Pepper 1 Teaspoon Tamarind Paste 2 Tablespoons Ketchup (shush) 1 Tablespoon Honey 2 Tablespoons Oil 1/4 Cup Raisins …

Wing It! – Asian Spiced Chicken Wings

Sooo… did you all do your homework and read yesterday’s post about sorghum syrup? good… let’s move on. I’ve always had this funny thing about chicken wings. Not particularly because we ate them all that much at home. I mean… they came attached to the chicken, but buying a package of wings? That never happened. A package of minimal meat anything had no place on the table…. We were human vacuums. Feeding us a pile of wings for dinner just meant that we’d be raiding the fridge later that night for some else to eat.  Jane hated it when we raided the fridge and made damned sure we were suitably filled with protein so that didn’t occur. But, I remember an episode of Galloping Gourmet.. I guess from the late 60’s…  (so you know, it was on in the daytime, so that meant we had to be home sick from school, or spring break, or summer vacation… so it wasn’t an all the time kind of thing)  where he made this chicken wing dish. I’ve tried …

Baleful Bounty – Dairy-Free Cheesy Enchiladas Verdes

You know, it’s funny how something so seemingly insignificant can set things in motion… The other day I was just window shopping the canned food aisle at the market….  really..  okay,  I was after a can of Pork and Beans,  but it was for research, you know… o–kay,  I wanted beans on toast… but that’s neither here nor there. Anyway, there was a girl rifling around in the ethnic section, shoving cans around and digging to the back of the stack, when she knocked a can on the floor. I casually picked it up and looked at the label as I replaced it on the shelf. It was a can of Green Enchilada Sauce… “huh”, I thought. “Enchilada Sauce.” Then, in a split of a split second. as I passed the end cap, I remembered I had bought a package of this : the other day, thinking I could use it as a substitute for Pepper Jack on a sandwich.  (FYI) You can’t. It’s too sticky, and too much like garlicky , peppery paste – and …

Navigating the Rut

I know it’s inevitable, we get wrapped up in the day-to-day of our lives and really just stop thinking about certain things. We get up, dress, work, drive… We roam around in a fog doing things automatically… and we make rationalizations for it. That sandwich shop you’ve eaten a turkey on rye every day for the last two weeks – I’m busy, it’s my Go To lunch (and you’ve got a little lettuce on your chin… again…) That you pull on the same yoga pants and sweat shirt when you walk in the door –  they’re my Go To lounge wear (never mind they’re thread-bare and you look like a hobo) That you’ve worn the same suit as long as anyone can remember – It’s classic… and besides, it’s my Go To suit (the padded shoulders do make you look taller) … your go to dinner, you can make with your eyes closed … that go to restaurant, that serves a little bit of everything so no one has to think … the go to market, you instinctively …

1 From Column “B” – Sesame Chicken

When I lived in the city, my house was within spitting distance of 4 different Chinese restaurants… none of them, really, very good. Be that the case, my fridge was awash in half-eaten Chinese take-out boxes trying to find that one thing they cooked really well. I had gotten to the point where I’d only order Salt and Pepper Shrimp from one guy.. and nothing else. Another would get my Mu Shu Pork order.. And the other guy?  Well, he got the Lemon Chicken / No Sauce. “That’s just fried chicken…! “Yes, Mr. Woo… that’s right…. I’ve always loved the idea of Sesame Chicken. Sesame oil, Toasty, Toasty sesame seeds and a rich aromatic sauce surrounding crispy bits of marinated and fried chicken….. At least that’s how I imagine it would be. But what I THINK – and what I GET rarely match up. Doing the take-out route, I’ll rarely order anything that’s fried and comes in sauce. Invariably, whatever they have battered just becomes a grease haven, and the sauces, for my tastes, are usually way too sweet and …

One from Column A – Chicken Chow Mein

Okay, don’t shoot me… I grew up eating La Choy Chicken Chow Mein and somewhere deep in the back of my rather large head, I really believe that’s what Chinese food should taste like. I’ve been to Taiwan, Singapore, Thailand, Hong Kong and rolled around in veritable vats of authentic local food, so it’s not like I don’t know better. …. But when it’s quiet out… and no one is around… it’s that can of silky, bean sprout laden, very non- Chinese cuisine  – that I want. Granted, even real Chow Mein is just about the mildest of anything Asian you can eat… next to congee. It’s simple flavors, mild to no spice, and just a sea of corn starched sauce en-robing an over abundance of bean sprouts…. with a little chicken. I decided it was time to try my hand at it. Plate Fodder Chicken Chow Mein Serves 4 to 6 For the meat – you’ll need: 3 Chicken Thighs – boned and skinless 8 Large Shrimp – Shell off – tails removed 2 …