G got sandwhich fixins last week, so we had some extra ham and baby swiss slices from the deli. So on one of my cooking nights (Tues, Wed, Sat, and Sun) I made chicken cordon bleau. We had one left, so for lunch today I thought I'd try our new Kitchenaid chopper (that we got free along with a hand blender when we bought our new fridge) and make chicken salad. In goes onion, carrot, celery, mayo, mustard, and the chicken cordon bleau. Not having any experience with this chopper thing, I just kept pulsing until all the chicken was chopped. What resulted was far from what I was imagining.
What resulted was like baby food. I told myself that it was like chicken pate, and since we had some baguettes, I presented it that way to G. It's not really like pate. It's like something you would make for your great granpa because he refuses to wear his teeth. But, not liking the idea of that last chicken cordon bleau going to waste, I imagine that I am in France eating fancy duck liver pate.
So this is not deviled chicken and Welch's.
It's foie gras and French champagne (in my imagination anyway).
2 comments:
Your family is very lucky. My wife is an amateur chef. I tell folks that when I married her, I won the lottery!
I think my family is very lucky too, but not necessarily because of my cooking ability. I have had far more I Love Lucy experiences in the kitchen than my husband (who cooks on Mondays, Thursdays, and Fridays). The only one who I think really liked this over-chopped chicken salad was my son, Grayson, who is a baby. My son, Jonathan, usually likes almost everything. He tasted it then ran away. Jeremy wouldn't taste it.
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