On Roast Chicken Breast Sandwiches.

 

 

Don't piss off our #fritz He's our Swiss-born, Cordon Bleu chef, whom we adopted as a very small boy and he lives in the broom closet. What happens is, he goes in the kitchen and just absolutely kills the #sandwich and of course as his #boss you feel exploitative as all hell, but also obligated the eat the thing.

He really is a genius.

He's been turning meat into candy for a very long time now...

Which aforesaid sandwich, I have to admit, was pretty damned good and you ain't going to get a better chicken breast sandwich anywhere else in this here town...not at this price, and that is for sure. While we can make a better sandwich, the price would have to be pretty high to make a profit at it, and perhaps that is the key to understanding food retail.

#long_cool_one_books

Okay, so we coated this frozen chicken breast in Shake & Bake. We put it in a bag and froze it. We cooked the first one fresh, the other two 300-gram pieces were frozen for later.

When we take it out, Fritz has some ideas and sprinkles seasoning salt, fresh-cracked black pepper and some other stuff on there. There’s a bit of Diana Sauce on there.

The aluminum foil in the pan has been sprayed with non-stick, butter-flavored cooking spray, and it took about an hour at 375 degrees F. When we turn off the oven, we might just let it sit in there for a while, to allow it to finish cooking, to ‘rest’ as they say. To lock in those juices and to give us a minute to spread a little mayo on a bun, squirt on some mustard, pull off a bit of lettuce and dice up just a wee bit of onion.

Fritz is an imaginary character, in a bit of a disclaimer.

You could toast the bun—just a thought. We might have a thin slice of tomato on there, but the last one we bought got a little mushy after one or two slices and a day or so in the fridge. That, I think, has something to do with the fact that it’s the middle of winter and everything has to come in by truck…

Other than that.

If that sandwich don’t knock your socks off, one would have to inquire just what would.

This is the difference between a sandwich and art, ladies and gentlemen.

 

#fritz

 

On Chicken Wings.

 

A product.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We had the hankering for chicken wings, a bit of a break from frozen dinners, fast food, soup and sandwiches. Cheeseburgers and frozen French fries…

This product is 908 grams/2 lbs. for ten dollars at Food Basics. Along with that, never having used it before, we picked up a bottle of Diane Sauce, (made from 100 % genuine Dianes), and there are different flavours, but this one is honey & garlic.

What is kind of shocking is that a measly three wings gives you 130 calories, and a whopping 85 mg of cholesterol.

For that reason, I only did the three wings, along with a tossed salad which consists of lettuce, tomato, onion and cucumber. There is very little fat there, although the minimal dressing contributes both fats and cholesterol. The celery adds necessary fibre, arguably a bit of Vitamin-C, and other than that we have the sweet potato.

If you were to compare 100 grams of white potato with 100 grams of sweet potato, the sweet potato is lower in calories, but it’s not by much—less than ten percent.

That being said, there is nothing wrong with a bit of color on the plate. If you can peel the one, you can peel the other. I was actually a little surprised by how strong the flavour was, as compared to the baby turnips I tried out last week. We will definitely have to bear that in mind, ah, you know, like for next time. 

With this particular meal, I made a mistake. There are three different sizes of wings there—the biggest one wasn’t quite done, but there is no law that says you have to eat it, either.

When you take out the bones, and consider just exactly how much meat is here, that is one hell of a lot of cholesterol.

I have no doubt we will finish the bag of wings, only next time I’ll just buy it fresh and slather it with that new bottle of sauce. Oh—and maybe one or two herbs and spices of my own concoction.

Thank you for reading. We’ve decided to become influencers or something. Basically, if you would just try to become a little more like us, the world might be a better place.

Ciao, baby.

 

#fritz

 

 

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