Chicken in a
Fresh Tomato and Eggplant Sauce with Spaghetti
I had a
problem right off the bat with the wine. It was an older bottle, a 2002 vintage
of Xanadu Margaret River Sauvignon Blanc to be exact, and the cork did not want to leave its home. It was comfortable, I
guess. No amount of corkscrewing was getting this badboy out. I ended up
sticking a small steak knife in there, slowly slicing my through the cork along
the inside edge of the neck, and I was actually able twist the cork out with an
extremely small amount actually falling into the bottle. I was very pleased
with myself.
This was the
first time I had ever cooked with eggplant, so I wasn’t sure what to expect.
There were clumps of seeds randomly scattered through the inside. It wasn’t a
problem, though. I think the only problem was the amount I used. I could have
used a bit more.
I went
against my usual leaning and included a small bit of onion. I was cooking for
an old friend, so I decided I wasn’t going to stray from the recipe all that
much.
One way I
did stray was to prepare extra spaghetti and chicken. I knew my kids wouldn’t
eat the night’s final product, but they eat chicken and they eat spaghetti, so
I just made extra a didn’t combine them. They got plain chicken and some
spaghetti with Parmesan cheese. The kids are a bit weird in that they’d rather
not have sauce.
I made two
pounds of spaghetti, but I didn’t adjust the amount of boiled water, so I ended
up with some sticky pasta. I don’t know how the kids choked it down without any
sauce, but when it was mixed with the chicken, wine, broth, etc., it all ended
up coming together.
My dinner
guest had a dessert treat for the kids: sundaes. Snickers ice cream, strawberry
ice cream, caramel and brownie ice cream, bananas, Hershey’s chocolate sauce,
cherries, butterscotch sauce and sprinkles. The kids were in heaven, and they
were so wired until bedtime.
This was a
simple but tasty dinner. I think this’ll be something I fix again in the
future.
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