Warm Tangerine and Grilled Chicken Salad served on Grilled Garlic Crisps
My
ex-mother-in-law brought me some peaches yesterday (not necessarily out of the
kindness of her heart. She was given some and didn’t think she’d be able to eat
them all. Oh well, they smell wonderful.), so I decided to make a dessert. My
son suggested peach cobbler, and I just happened to have all the ingredients,
so that’s what I’m doing.
I was a
little hesitant about this dish when I started slicing up the peaches. The
first one I cut into was rotten in the middle. I was hoping this wasn’t a
subtle message from the ex MiL (doubtful), and I was also hoping this wasn’t
going to happen as I cut into the other three peaches (it didn’t). I tasted one
of the slices, and it was delicious. If nothing else, the filling would be
excellent.
And I say
that because the topping gave me pause. The butter did not cut into the flour
and sugar easily to make a crumb topping, and the milk/egg mixture did not just
moisten the topping, it made it doughy. I just put some dough blobs on the
filling and crossed my fingers when I put the stuff in the oven.
The drink is
pink. Already, this is a bad sign. Meh, it’s passable but no great shakes. I
think this is the most Galliano I’ve put into a drink. It’s usually a teaspoon
or two, but this time it was ¾ of an ounce. Like I said, not bad, but not
great.
After going through my cooking photos, it seems as if I already made this drink. I apologize for the double post
Let’s start
out with changes to the ingredients. Apparently tangerines aren’t in season, so
I had to substitute some generic oranges. I think they’re Minneolas. Also, I’m
doing two pints of red grape tomatoes because my Kroger Marketplace didn’t have
any yellow ones. And I actually bought olives for this. I didn’t with the last
recipe that called for them, but I decided to try them. I did, however, but
some green ones that were stuffed with blue cheese, so we’ll see how that affects
the recipe. Also, no fennel bulb. I guess I’ll throw in a little bit of
whatever is in my fennel spice jar…seeds?
Let’s do
this!
I really
need to read these recipes in advance…or pay attention to the recipe’s name. I
didn’t realize I’d need to get my grill ready. Not a problem, though. The coals
can heat up while I get everything chopped and prepared. This’ll be the first
time I’ll be cooking chicken on the grill. Before it’s either been steak or
hamburger. This should be interesting.
I couldn’t
find any chicken cutlets, so I got some breasts and I’m going to cut them in
half to make them a bit thinner.
My God,
these olives smell nasty. I hope including them won’t come back to haunt me.
Fennel =
licorice. I hate licorice.
Yeah, there
is no way I’m going to make my kids eat this. I don’t know if I want to eat it.
There is a
better-than-good chance that I’m using a paint brush to brush the olive oil on
the pita.
This is by
far one of the ugliest things I’ve cooked, and also one of the worst tasting. In
the beginning, the orange tries to exert itself, but everything is overpowered
by the olives. It’s awful. I tried to eat my entire serving, but all I could
choke down were the pita and the chicken. I think I’m going to try and pick out
the chicken and save it for lunch, maybe drown out the olive by bringing along
some steak sauce or something. I hate to just throw it ALL away. I spent so
much money on the ingredients, and that’s what I’m most disappointed about.
The cobbler
was good.
Probably for
the rest of the month I’m going to whore myself out with an impassioned plea:
click on the ads. PLEASE click on the ads. I don’t care if you exit it out of
it immediately or actually look around. This isn’t some professional blog where
I believe in the products I’m shilling. These are automatic ads placed by
Google. But my experiment this weekend proved to me that I actually AM making a
spot of cash whenever the ads are clicked. So I’m going to put this little
disclaimer on the bottom of all my posts for the next month or so, and I hope
you’ll take an extra 10 seconds after reading my blog to click on an ad. Thanks
so much!
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