Showing posts with label Food. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Food. Show all posts

Day 75: I Eat When I'm Stressed


Have I mentioned that I eat when I am stressed?
Yes.
I have. 
Multiple Times.
Keep up. 
Geesh. 


I am a comfort eater.   It is this fact alone that causes me to keep multiple sizes of blue jeans on hands at all times.  I need options people.

Anyway, when I stress eat, it usually goes one of two ways.  Incredibly sweet or incredibly savory.  I guess it would be called savory. (I don't actually know the culinary term for hot, fattening, and either slathered in a sauce or covered with cheese . . . so I went with savory.)

Recently, I discovered, modified and perfected a sandwich that you could describe as healthy (minus the sauce, butter,  and buns of course).

The best thing about it is, you make it in your crockpot, with FROZEN chicken breasts, and then you throw it on a toasty bun; and it's so incredibly good that you actually think about it days later,  and count how many days it's been since you last made it, so you can decide how quickly you can make it again.  (It also is so good it makes you forget all grammatical convention when describing it!)

The best thing is?  It requires 3 ingredients!

BBQ PULLED CHICKEN SANDWICHES

Ingredients:
4-8 Chicken Breasts, Frozen
1 Bottle of Your Favorite BBQ Sauce (any kind)  (but save about 1/4 cup for later)
1 12oz Can of Coke (yes coke, not diet coke, not cola, not Pepsi - Bite your tongue!, COKE)

Put in Crockpot on low for 4-8 hours.
Remove chicken from sauce (the sauce will be very liquidy . . . that's another technical term)
Pull apart with two forks (figure it out or find a you tube video)
Place pulled chicken into a bowl and pour one or two ladles full of the liquidy sauce onto the chicken and stir it around)

Now leave that alone for a few minutes because you are about to make the secret to this sandwich.

Get some buns.  Any kind.  Hamburger, sour dough, french, whatever.

Butter them on the inside and place buttered side down in a hot skillet.  Toast the buns like this.



Then, take them out of the pan (most people would know to do this, but I'm trying to be precise!)

Now, take your bbq sauce (the actual sauce that you saved in the beginning) and spoon a little bit of this on your toasted buns.  Heap a lot of that bbq chicken (I think I am actually getting more country by the minute as I am typing out this recipe) onto the toasted bun, and it's done!

Serve it with a pickle or some onions or even some cheddar cheese if you like.  Bacon's good too!

All that to say, you're going to personally write me and thank me for sharing this with you.  It's that good.

UPDATED: Lots of you have asked for a clean version.  Here it is!
 Clean Version  Frozen Chicken Breasts, apple cider vinegar 1/2 cup, sugar free bbq sauce.  Serve on whole grain buns.  Use olive oil in the place of the butter if you like, but butter's okay too!

Day 52: My Secret Love

I have a love affair with fried chicken.  I'm not proud of it, but it's true.  I know it's bad for me.  Just like I knew kissing Stephen Gray when I was in 4th grade was bad for me, but I couldn't help myself.  He was just so cute. And I was 10.  And he was cute.  And my friends dared me. 

But I digress.

Why am I so drawn to fried chicken?  I blame my grandmother, and then my mother after her.  They made the best fried chicken you have ever put in your mouth.  Frying chicken was an art to them.  The cutting of the chicken, the flour, the seasoning, the oil, oh that luscious oil, all sizzling in that cast iron skillet.  I blame them for my love affair.

And then I moved to Louisiana.  And there was Popeye's Fried Chicken.  Where you got fried chicken AND those biscuits.  Those biscuits that they drown in butter and THEN bake them.  Biscuits made of soda and sour cream and butter.  Chicken.  And biscuits.

And now there's Canes.  And that sauce.  That sauce that taunts you.  So there's chicken, fried succulent goodness AND sauce.  I'd drink that sauce if people wouldn't look at me weird.  (I may or may not have licked the sauce out of the container before.)

All that to say, I know you're shocked that I am not making a spiritual analogy of this, but perhaps I am.  Sometimes I feel a little closer to God when I'm eating fried chicken.