We're having an easy, good-tasting, no-frills dinner tonight.
We found split chicken breasts on sale ...
... for 99 cents/pound.
Mr. Hawthorne is trimming most of the fat off.
Leave a little fat on for a little extra flavor and moistness.
Rice goes in around chicken.
We had some pomegranate arils,
so Mr. Hawthorne tucked in a few.
Mr. Hawthorne wanted some crunch,
so the cashews went in.
One cup of liquid.
Mr. Hawthorne used the pineapple juice
in the can plus enough water to equal one cup.
Top with pineapple slices.
Here's the Semi-Ho part:
he sprinkled on a packet of Lipton's Onion Soup mix.
Cover with foil and place in a 350 degree oven for about 50 minutes.
Good old-fashioned comfort food.
Except for one thing.
My mother used to make this all the time.
That's where I got the "recipe."
But somehow that got twisted in Mr. Hawthorne's little mind
and he started talking about some chick in Chatham
who used to make this for him.
I remember
I used to make this for him quite frequently.
So who the hell is the chick in Chatham?
Mr. Hawthorne couldn't remember exactly.
Could it be because there was no chick in Chatham?
Needs something green, but at any rate,
it's still quite good.
So, is that a compliment that he thinks that he got the recipe from a chick from Chatham? *Head tilt*
ReplyDeleteOf course, he'd probably just tell you that you are misremembering where you got the recipe.
He denies it now.
ReplyDeleteSo who knows?