Emily's Sarah, as I have her listed in my cell phone, came to visit this weekend. Since her flight got in at dinner time, Emily and I decided to have dinner waiting (or at least close to waiting) for her when she got in. Since the only easily accessible piece of meat in the house was chicken, we ate chicken.
One thing that Emily and I absolutely agree on, other than the fact that people named Sarah rock, is that raw chicken is disgusting. But Sarah, you are so loved, that we touched not just a little raw chicken, but a lot of raw chicken to make a tasty, tasty meal for your arrival.
The menu:
Flattened, breaded, butter fried chicken
We pounded the chicken flat and dipped it in egg and bread crumbs with cumin, paprika and kosher salt. Then we fried it in a combination of vegetable oil and butter. Yum.
Goo (interpretation on dirty rice technique, gone sorely awry)
We whir-whirred* a combination of bell peppers, jalepeno, onion, mushroom and spices to blend into cooked rice. While the fixings were delicious, the rice was astronomically overcooked. It's texture can best be described as mucilaginous (read: disgusting). We attempted to salvage the rice by turning it into an interpretation of polenta--what we ended up with can at best be called an interpretation of edible. We baked it, but not for long enough because we got hungry.
We whir-whirred* a combination of bell peppers, jalepeno, onion, mushroom and spices to blend into cooked rice. While the fixings were delicious, the rice was astronomically overcooked. It's texture can best be described as mucilaginous (read: disgusting). We attempted to salvage the rice by turning it into an interpretation of polenta--what we ended up with can at best be called an interpretation of edible. We baked it, but not for long enough because we got hungry.
Homemade** Hot Fudge Brownie Sundaes.
However, all was made up for by this deliciousness. We started with a brownie mix my mom gave us to try then ran off to the White Hen while the brownies were baking (IN OUR NEW OVEN) and picked up some ice cream. When we got back we whipped up some hot fudge using a recipe from Emily's imagination and the intarweb. Then we combined all of the delicious ingredients into the perfect receptacles and 'eated them'***.
However, all was made up for by this deliciousness. We started with a brownie mix my mom gave us to try then ran off to the White Hen while the brownies were baking (IN OUR NEW OVEN) and picked up some ice cream. When we got back we whipped up some hot fudge using a recipe from Emily's imagination and the intarweb. Then we combined all of the delicious ingredients into the perfect receptacles and 'eated them'***.
*verb meaning blended using an attachment to my immersion blender
**Everything except the Haagen Dazs Vanilla Bean Ice Cream was homemade
***colloquial form used in the Emily dialect found primarily in the West Loop and Windsor, CT
3 comments:
Here's a picture of one such speaker of the Emily dialect, in his natural habitat.
I still dream about that sundae.
AND Sarah's are TOTALLY Awesome, but I'm also going to say that those with friends named Sarah are equally as awesome by association.
I actually kind of like handling raw chicken...
Good job improvising, ladies!
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