Monday, August 6, 2012

Chicken Diablo

I forgot to blog last week.  Or maybe I just forgot to cook last week.  I can't really remember which.  I've been busy, peeps.  I had approximately 112 white onesies to wash.

Like any normal person, I have a few obsessions.  White onesies are one of them.  I firmly believe that babies must layer a onesie under any and every outfit.  Babies without onesies are  I just can't handle it.  Plus, is there anything cuter than a baby wearing only a diaper and a onesie?  I think not.

Exhibit A:

Middle Sis.  Two weeks old.  So precious she hurts my heart.
So, maybe the only thing cuter than a baby in a white onesie is a baby in a long-sleeved white onesie.  Oh my.

On an unrelated note, I made Chicken Diablo from Bev's blog.  I changed very little, and we liked it very much.  If you want to look at prettier pictures of this dish, then by all means visit Bev's blog.  She has a nicer camera than me.

Marinate the chicken in some of this sauce, and reserve the rest of the sauce for later.

Oh, how I love sauce.  Life would be boring without sauce.  Life would be dry without sauce.  I'm so not about dry food.

Does anyone ever say, "I love dry, burnt food."  I'm conducting a scientific poll here.  Your help is appreciated.

Sauce ingredients.
So anyway, let the chicken marinate in the sauce.  Decide that this is a perfect time to take a break from washing onesies and go shopping for a new sofa.  Take your toddlers, because it's always a good idea to take two toddlers to a furniture store.  


Watch people stare, with pity, at you wrangling two toddlers with your 38-week-pregnant belly constantly getting in the way.  Get embarrassed when you sit on one sofa to "try it out" and then your husband has to pull you up.  Decide that your husband will try out all sofas in the future to avoid humiliation.  

Big Sis announces that she has to go potty "now!".  While you are taking one child potty, the other child poops in her diaper.  (TMI?)

The whole west wing of the (large) furniture store stinks when you return from the potty.  (Definitely TMI.)

Remove the children from the store.  Change the diaper in the car to avoid receiving another dirty (pun intended) look from the sales clerk.  It is currently 98 degrees outside.  It feels more like 108 degrees on the asphalt.  Consider leaving the soiled diaper in the parking lot simply because walking back to the trash can next to the store's door seems too daunting a task in the heat.  

Do the right thing and hike back through the parking lot to properly dispose of the stink.

Leave the furniture store, convince yourself that your current sofa is just fine, and make a pact with your husband that you will buy new furniture when the last child goes to college.

They're just going to draw on it, spill food/milk on it, step on it, tear it up and/or simply destroy it in the meantime.

Return home.  Cook the chicken and serve it on top of a bed of rice.  With lots of sauce.

Like this.

After all, life's about the sauce.  

This is sweet, spicy and different.  Very yummy.  Not too hot.  Not too sweet.  Just make it, okay?

Chicken Diablo
Heavily Adapted from Bev Cooks

1/2 cup Frank's Red-Hot Buffalo Wing Sauce
1 cup sour cream
1/2 cup ketsup
1/4 cup honey
1 tsp paprika
1 1/2 tsp cumin
2 garlic cloves, grated

4 boneless, skinless chicken breasts
1 T olive oil
3 scallions, sliced

Hot cooked rice, for serving

Whisk together the ingredients for the sauce.  Place the chicken and about half of the sauce in a Ziploc.  Squish it around to make sure the chicken is evenly coated in the sauce.  Place the chicken in the refrigerator for about two hours for it to marinate.

Store the rest of the sauce in the refrigerator.

Heat the oil in a skillet.  Saute the chicken for about 5 minutes on each side, until cooked through.  Pour the remaining sauce on top of the chicken and heat through.  Serve on top of a bed of rice with plenty of sauce poured on top.  Sprinkle chopped scallions on top.

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