Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Don't ask a kid what he wants to eat

That is the moral of the story, at least at my house. My sons are grown, mostly, and though one still lives at home they travel around the sun on their own orbits and spin on their own axes (that looks weird, but I think it's right). But now and then, they do actually Eat Here, and as I've mentioned before, they more or less defined the virtual menu for the virtual restaurant I will almost certainly never open. If you ask them what they want for supper, or if it happens to be someone's birthday and they have the inalienable right to pick, they will ask for That Chicken.

That Chicken is a recipe I suspect my mother got out of one of those infamous women's mangazines to which I have also alluded. This is how you make it:
Crush a bag of cheap, rgular potato chips until they are nearly subatomic particles. Kids love this part. If you let them just smash the chips right in the bag, or roll over the bag with a rolling pin, they are delighted, and the pieces are usually still not small enough. Dip boneless, skinless chicken breasts into melted butter or margarine, roll in the chips, and place in a baking dish. Bake at 350 or so until they're nicely browned and done all the way through, about half an hour or so.

Your kids will love That Chicken and into their teens and beyond will ask you to make it. You might even have to beg them NOT to ask you in front of people you think may respect you as a cook. That's all from Eat Here tonight, but then, it's probably plenty.


  1. It's funny what tricks the mind will play. I read through this whole thing and saw "THAI Chicken" all the way. When I got to the end, I wondered, "Why is it called THAI Chicken? How odd!" Then, before leaving that question as what would have amounted to an inane comment, I looked at it again. D'Oh!

    Well, of course, nothing beats chicken made salty and oily by potato chips! Fried chicken without too much fuss, kind of, and you get to beat the heck out of a bag of potato chips! What could be better than that?

  2. Well, not much, if you ask my sons, who would probably recoil in immature-palate-horror at the notion of Thai Chicken. But I'm so thrilled you read far enough to figure out the riddle: it really IS like easy fried chicken. Come to think of it, I have that recipe in my blog, also, and it's delightful Southern perfection, but I bet my boys would rather have "Thai Chicken". Thanks so much for the visit!


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