Somehow I managed not to take any pictures of chow since my last post. However, my knight(ess)-in-shining armor came to the rescue. Jenn, bless her little heart, reminded me to take some pictures of dinner.
Tonight, she made me a chicken sandwich.
I can safely say, I have had my share of these delightful creations. From fast food to restaurants, Cajun to crispy, pretty much had it all. So I was curious as to how Jenn’s work of art would measure up.
I entered her domain (kitchen) to steal some photos before the main event. I glanced down at the breast and it still looked frozen. At first, I thought I was going to be in for a rough night, but I knew my adroit mealcrafter would come through. To steal a line from “In the Heights,” I just needed “Paciencia Y Fe” ( Patience And Faith ).
The sandwich surpassed the “man” threshold due to its colossal proportions. I took a moment to figure out how I was going to tackle this daunting task. I found my spot and took my first bite . The moistness and unique flavor of the chicken exploded in my mouth and I looked at Jenn with a confounded expression.
Jenn: “Oh no, is it raw? Let me see.”
She rushed over to my side and inspected her craft. False alarm, my mealcrafter produced the ideal breast. The only problem, the cheese was flaccid. Not cold, but not melted either. (The pilot light in our broiler was out).
This past weekend, while at my parent’s house, I raided their pantry and was extremely successful in the spice category. Jenn brought all her new flavor weapons to bear and bombarded the breast to create a flavor profile I can’t find words to describe. Except that it was money.
The chicken sandwiches of old no longer hold the title. It has been usurped by Jenn’s Famous Chicken. Next goal, to surpass the SD Famous Chicken in notoriety. We shall see!
Strength and Honor,