Goals are a matter of personal conviction. I like to set the bar pretty low, then hope I don’t trip over it as I fumble about in the dark, groping for around for a bottle of cold beer. It has long been my ambition to cook up a chili version of my favorite Asian dishes. Until present, I have not had the cojones to do so. It is a wonder what sleep deprivation can do for your confidence. While utter exhaustion does nothing to actually instill confidence, its attendant grogginess advantageously eclipses any reasonable self-doubt. Red-eyed and dazed, I think chili cashew chicken would be pret’ good. Let’s see what the giant butterfly thinks.
Day 182- Almost half way through the year of chili.
2 T olive oli
¾ lb boneless skinless chicken breast, cubed
1 T cornstarch
1 T chili powder
½ t garlic powder
½ t onion powder
¼ t black pepper
3 cloves of garlic, smashed
½ C chopped green onion
¼ C chopped chives
1 T rice vinegar
1 T water
2/3 C chopped cashews.
- Heat oil in a pan.
- In a bowl mix cornstarch, chili powder, onion powder, garlic powder, and pepper
- Coat chicken with cornstarch mixture.
- Fry coated chicken, garlic, green onions, and chives over moderate heat until the chicken is fully cooked, about 5-7 minutes.
- Add vinegar, water, and cashews and cook for 5 minutes.
- Serve over cooked rice.
Brain teaser- How does a guy arrive at work prior to 4:15 am twice in a single day?
A: He arrives on the first instance and realizes his key card is safely at home and thence must retrieve it. Ug.
The chili did taste pretty good. The flavor was about what you’d expect here, the cashews imparted a sweet, nutty flavor, the chicken provided a firm texture and the chili was, well, chili. A further refinement to this dish may be the addition of a larger volume of vinegar and a dash or two of red pepper flakes. The ITP liked it well enough. No complaints, no compliments, no threats of secession. The star of the meal turned out not to be the food, but the Monarch we had raised from a tiny caterpillar. Today marked its first as a butterfly. In the spirit of celebration and corporal fatigue, I offered it a bowl chili.