My mouth is on fire and it's your fault.
Well, something like that.
Maybe it's the chicken's fault. I found a great pack of chicken breasts last week at Safeway for a good price and have been using them up a little at a time, a breast a day. Hmmm. Let's not go there.
But seriously, I've tried them many different ways these last few days. I have been using my grill pan a lot, which makes cooking them all too easy. A quick turn of the pepper grinder, another quick turn of the salt grinder, a bit of olive oil, five minutes or so over medium high heat and viola! a very nifty piece of meat ready for just about darn near anything.
So, last Thursday I turned the first piece into a sorta a Greek type sandwich. I used up one of the last pieces of flat bread that I made for my dinner party last weekend, heated and folded and added a spritz of that very tasty garlic sauce that I only seem to be able to find at Central Market. A handful of green leaf lettuce, a slug of tomato slices, a rather large slice of onion (not too cool since I had desk duty that afternoon), a slice of deli provolone and that chicken, raging hot with that oil/pepper/salt thing. WOW. Had to go back to work and brag about that.
The next day I tried to recreate an old pasta sauce standard that I made a lot in the fall but the sauce failed miserably. I sauteed everything in butter but the butter did not go well with white wine I used I added a can of tomatoes to try to turn the thing around but it was a failed mission. I ate my fill and tossed the rest out. What a waste. One for one.
The next day I grilled up another breast, but this time tucked it in the middle of a freshly baked sourdough bun. Added a bit of lettuce, a squirt of mustard and a rather large slice of onion. No kissing me, babe, not unless you were onion happy, too.
Today I was hankering for tacos so I fried up four corn tortillas, loaded each of them up with a slim slice of cheddar, a schmear of quacamole, a nice pile of chopped grilled chicken breast, a handful of cilantro/green leaf/Walla Walla Sweet and a dash of Tapatio sauce. Four down and that's gotta be it for the night.
One breast left for tomorrow. Should I attempt to redeem myself with another round of that pasta sauce? I have the half and half on hand, I just don't have the proper amount of cheese to really do it justice. The cheese makes all the difference, you know? Maybe I'll try it again next week with another batch of breasts. I'm sure I'll just grill that last one up, slide it between a couple slices of sourdough. A bit of provolone, a nice big wedge of lettuce, put some garlic butter in the pan and man, a new grilled cheese sandwich thrill. Oh wow, maybe it won't make it till tomorrow! It was hard working kind of day today!
Meanwhile here's a joint that I have to try! The pizza sounds to me to be out of this world!
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