I could feel my heart slamming against my ribs. My throat tightened making each breath exceedingly more labored. They were coming for me. They Know.
363 days into the chili experiment and my pet chickens finally learned how to use google on their iPad. They had found this website. I have at least 60 chicken chili recipes on these pages. I’m wasn’t in a ‘bit of a stew’. It had gone way beyond that. I was in deep chili.
¼ C rice vinegar
¼ C orange juice
¼ soy sauce
2 T sugar
1 T chili powder
¼ t red pepper flakes
1 t garlic powder
1 t sushi ginger
1 ½ lb boneless skinless chicken thighs, cut into small chunks
¾ C flour
¼ C corn starch
1 t garlic salt
2 t chili powder
3 T orange marmalade
- Mix marinade ingredients in a large plastic container.
- Add chicken pieces and mix well. Marinade at room temperature for 1 hour.
- In a 1 gallon zip lock bag, mix flour, corn starch, garlic salt, and 2 t of chili powder.
- Add chicken pieces and shake well to coat.
- In a frying pan, pour just enough oil to cover the bottom.
- Heat oil until it is quite hot.
- Fry chicken pieces on each side until the chicken has almost cooked through. (I had to fry the chicken in two batches).
- While chicken is frying, in a small sauce pot, simmer leftover marinade plus 3 T of orange marmalade.* Simmer for at least 15 minutes.
- When chicken and sauce have cooked, remove all chicken and oil from the frying pan.
- Place the chicken back in the pan (throw out the oil.)
- Pour sauce over the cooked chicken, cover and simmer for 5 minutes.
- Serve over rice.
*Most of the time you’ll throw away unused marinade. Here it is okay to use it because you’ll be cooking it for 15+ minutes. Don’t eat raw, used marinade. You’ll get sick.
As I gazed around the table after our scrumptious meal of Clockwork Orange Chicken Chili, I couldn’t help but remark at how clean the dinner plates were. They Involuntary Tasters ate everything, leaving not a single morsel on the plates. There are far more crumbs remaining when we serve cake or pie- no jest. Tonight’s chili was a hit. The multistep preparation was tedious work and the labor consumed considerable clock, but the results were fantastic- moist, tender chicken jacketed in a spicy orange chili sauce. The chili is outstanding, thought provoking, and it doesn’t ruin the song “Singing in the Rain”.
And the backyard hens? As fearsome as they are in their derby hats and with their tricked-out billy clubs, they lack opposable thumbs. Thwarted by doorknobs, they’ll have to just chill the hell out.