Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Roasted Chicken with Pomegranate-Honey Adobo Sauce

Roasted Chicken with Pomegranate-Honey Adobo Sauce
Wild Rice with Dried Cherries and Roasted Pecans
Braised Kale with Garlic and Pancetta

with

and
Miles Davis: Love Songs

I'm going to get right down to business, because I was REALLY whiney tonight and didn't feel like cooking, much less taking bad pictures for you to look at. So you've been warned: I'm slightly cranky. I'm worried about one of my dogs, who acts like he doesn't feel good, I'm annoyed that the kitchen isn't cleaned up yet, I'm tired from the excitement of the fair yesterday, and I didn't sleep well last night. That fact alone used to be enough to send my parents into Alarm Mode. I tend to be a very crabby person when I don't get enough sleep. Oddly, even after almost 20 years, my husband hasn't seemed to catch on to that. I don't know if he's a slow learner, or maybe he's just one of those people who likes to poke an angry snake with a stick.

OK, scratch "slightly cranky". I'm obviously Full-Blown Grumpy. So let's get you through this before things get ugly.

The chicken: It was spatchcocked first, then rubbed in chili powder, paprika and kosher salt, then basted with honey. It looked somewhat like this when I finished with it. (I love Sloane Tanen).

I put the chicken on the grill at about 450, and made the sauce.

The sauce, which I either needed more or less of, apparently...
Goodnight Moon by Sloane Tanen
Goodnight Moon by Sloane Tanen


I simmered:
1/2 cup pomegranate juice
1 Tbs. Adobo chili sauce
2 Tbs. honey
1/2 cup chicken stock
2 cloves garlic, minced
pinch of kosher salt
1 Tbs. drippings from chicken pan
1 Tbs. flour

Add as much chicken stock as you need to thin the mixture to the right consistency.

The wild rice was Uncle Ben's. Yeah, you heard me. Right off the shelf.



When it was done cooking, ("according to label instructions" - I type that a lot in my job, actually), I tossed in a handful of dried cherries and a handful of toasted pecans. Extremely complicated, and highly creative. I know.

The kale was green.

Did I mention I was cranky?

I crisped some pancetta, tossed in some minced garlic, and dumped in an Oscar garbage can-size load of kale with about a half cup of chicken stock. Which reduced to a handful by the time it was cooked down.

I think that's all I'll subject you to. Now I feel like scowling at a little old lady, taking candy from a baby, yelling at a puppy, tripping a Boy Scout, or stealing someone's ice cream. I'm thinkin' the sooner I go to bed, the better for all involved.

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