Okay- the Science Fair rough draft is due Wednesday, we have yet to perfect our hypothesis, let alone perform the experiment. Tween angst, coupled with parental guilt (NYC vacation) leaves the boys and girls in the house wondering what’s for dinner at 8pm. Haven’t shopped for two weeks…down to a handful of shallots, can of marinara, rice and a couple of thawed chicken breasts. Rinse two cups rice until water is clear, add water up to the first line on your index finger (swear), bring to boil, cover and simmer until the steam holes have no bubbles. I have my favorite glass lidded pot for the rice. Who has time to check the clock…ha! Use your eyes.
So pan is smoking hot after a tablespoon of butter is added, add chunked up chicken, walk away. Peel all the shallots, if large, make 1/2 inch. Stir chicken around, nice and brown. Add shallots and more browning, splash of what you’re drinking or chicken stock, throw in whole can trader joe’s marinara, pinch of red chilies, several turns on the pepper mill, big ole pinch salt. Herbs if you have any, parm if you have any.
Totally delicious, kids were all asking about the shallots, really sweet flavor. They liked them, they really liked them! Moral of the story, keep onions, shallots, garlic and salt in the house at all times! In the most desperate of times they fought for onions and salt…never forget it! Marcella Hazan remembers salt rationing…hear her tell the story and you’ll never take it for granted. A tense evening was turned around quickly with a 20 minute dinner and a story from Grandma about her silver toed boots getting tangled up at the airport and then falling in to a skycap…her hand went right in to his pants as she broke her fall. Funny how a glass of chardonnay and your mom telling your kids how she groped a porter, makes for near hysteria at the dinner table. Hmmm, that stuff doesn’t happen to just anyone…