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Stress Cooking
Mar. 26th, 2023 06:07 pmI'm vagueposting, I know, but ... I'm sitting on some potentially rotten news, and I have to wait until May to know for sure. It's incredibly stressful, and to cope, I'm downing Xanax and spending today in the kitchen.
It started with a batch of banana muffins for breakfast. I like my recipe for these. Bakery muffins are basically fruit-flavored cupcakes and make your teeth ache. My recipe uses minimal sweetening, and they're very good, especially hot from the oven and slathered with butter. A little sausage on the side and it was a perfect breakfast.
We were almost out of bread, and what we had was going stale, so I whipped up a new loaf in the bread maker. When it was done, I pulled it out and set the machine to making some dough with added minced garlic. Then I went downstairs to run and do stupid PT exercises.
Finished up and showered just as the dough was finishing. I let it sit in the machine while I got out chicken, wine, more garlic, mushrooms, and onions. Chicken breasts are so huge these days that one is more than enough for Darwin and me, and they're so thick, you have to slice them in half sideways so they cook without drying out the outer part and leaving the inner part raw. I sharpened my big knife and zipped it through the breast until I had four manageable pieces.
I fried them with salt and pepper in olive oil, removed them from the pan, and added more oil. When it was hot again, I added the onions, garlic, and mushrooms. They sizzled nicely. When everything was tender, I sprinkled in flour, waited a few moments, then poured in Marsala and deglazed the pan. That done, I added beef broth (which is weird, considering this is a chicken dish), let it thicken, and returned the chicken to the pan. Chicken Marsala!
While that was simmering, I set my iron grill sheet on the stove and let it heat. I pulled chunks of the bread dough out the maker, flattened them, smeared olive oil on them, and dropped them on the sheet. In no time at all, I nice batch of naan.
Put together a salad, set the table, and we had a very nice dinner.
What else shall I make?
It started with a batch of banana muffins for breakfast. I like my recipe for these. Bakery muffins are basically fruit-flavored cupcakes and make your teeth ache. My recipe uses minimal sweetening, and they're very good, especially hot from the oven and slathered with butter. A little sausage on the side and it was a perfect breakfast.
We were almost out of bread, and what we had was going stale, so I whipped up a new loaf in the bread maker. When it was done, I pulled it out and set the machine to making some dough with added minced garlic. Then I went downstairs to run and do stupid PT exercises.
Finished up and showered just as the dough was finishing. I let it sit in the machine while I got out chicken, wine, more garlic, mushrooms, and onions. Chicken breasts are so huge these days that one is more than enough for Darwin and me, and they're so thick, you have to slice them in half sideways so they cook without drying out the outer part and leaving the inner part raw. I sharpened my big knife and zipped it through the breast until I had four manageable pieces.
I fried them with salt and pepper in olive oil, removed them from the pan, and added more oil. When it was hot again, I added the onions, garlic, and mushrooms. They sizzled nicely. When everything was tender, I sprinkled in flour, waited a few moments, then poured in Marsala and deglazed the pan. That done, I added beef broth (which is weird, considering this is a chicken dish), let it thicken, and returned the chicken to the pan. Chicken Marsala!
While that was simmering, I set my iron grill sheet on the stove and let it heat. I pulled chunks of the bread dough out the maker, flattened them, smeared olive oil on them, and dropped them on the sheet. In no time at all, I nice batch of naan.
Put together a salad, set the table, and we had a very nice dinner.
What else shall I make?
