18 December 2011
Lemon Chicken Francese*
Serves: 2 hungry people or 4 polite people
2 b/s-less chicken breasts (if you have 4 polite people, cut them each in half)
1 1/2 C. chicken broth
1 tiny dribble of cold water
2 lemons (+ 1 for garnishing, 'cause look how pretty. You must also use fresh lemons.)
3 T. butter
1 T. flour
some cooked angel hair pasta
Put flour in bowl, season with salt and pepper. In another bowl, scramble egg with cold water. Flatten chicken breasts with a meat tenderizing mallet, or other method of your choice. Dip in flour mixture, then in egg, then back in flour mixture. Fry in olive oil until golden brown, cooked, and delicious. Evacuate to a platter, preferably on top of the cooked pasta, and keep warm via oven on lowest setting or tin foil hat.
Wipe the pan with a paper towel to get rid of the black burnedy bits. Melt the butter, and whisk in flour. Stir and cook for a couple minutes, then whisk in the broth. Stir until it thickens a little bit, then squeeze those lemons for all they are worth into the sauce. Take off the heat, and stir in some chopped parsley. Pour over platter of chicken and pasta, and garnish with lemon.
Put in face.
*It is fun to say, and will make you feel fancy. Click on the little play button here so you know how.
21 August 2011
Today, on Things Jana Has An Opinion About: whale songs.
While reviewing a list of things I need at the hospital, I noticed that one of the items I require is a music-playing device that DH has loaded with whale songs. I humbly (not really) submit that this is the dumbest idea ever. The last thing I want to listen to when I am cranky, crotchety, and in pain is this:
I remain unsoothed. SHUT UP, WHALES. If anything, I am more filled with rage and annoyance than I was 2 minutes and 58 seconds ago, and I'm not even in labor. Is this some sort of cruel trick on pregnant women? Or upon their poor partners, upon whom vengence would inevitably be visited?