Whoa dude ... I think I'm having a flash back ...
What could that be? The answer appears below, so if you're in a guessin' mood, you best not scroll down too far yet.
It's been a week of "creativity from neccesity" here at Pure Florida when it comes to supper. Everybody's schedule is all crisscrossy tesselatey nebulous and no one wants to go to the grocery store 15 miles away, so as the pantry became more roomy, the dinner options became correspondingly gloomy.
I tend to get home first and even though I've taken over the huge groaning board in the kitchen as my National Boards writing HQ, they still have to eat, so I've been ... experimenting.
A few nights ago, I thought I'd make what we call "white chicken". Just boneless, skinless chicken thighs browned in olive oil then simmered in whine ...oops, well sometimes, basil, oregano, garlic, and some reduced fat sour cream added to form a sauce. Served over noodles, it's cheap and tastes great.
Only this week we did not have any sour cream. We DID have a can of sweetened condensed milk. Hmmmm...
They liked it, but everyone agreed the sweet background flavor caused them to eat less of it than they would have normally.
I didn't like it. At least I was honest.
Last night, I arranged 6 thick skinless chicken breasts in a big cast iron dutch oven (smidge of olive oil first of course) sprinkled them with salt, pepper, and basil, covered them and set them in the oven on 360 F.
After they had cooked a while, I galloshed in some wine, recovered, and let it cook some more. Then out of desperation (I am the anti-instant potato), I made a big batch of "real" instant mashed potatoes and dumped them in atop the bubbling chicken.
Recovered ... again (Britney pay attention!) and let it all meld for a little while.
When I opened it up with Jr. peering (drooling) over my shoulder, all the chickeny winey juices had bubbled up through the potatoes and it looked like a chicken cobbler. It was really good and one of those meals you can leave to itself while it's cooking so you have time to blog.
Speaking of cobbler ...