Chicken enchiliada bowl
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Welcome to my blog. I document my adventures in travel, style, and food. Hope you have a nice stay!
Welcome to my blog. I document my adventures in travel, style, and food. Hope you have a nice stay!
All in Chicken
I married someone who loves food as much as I do. When we visited our families this summer we worked through – and smashed – a rather ambitious Must Eat list (pad thai, corn muffins, Anna’s Taqueria super burrito, lobster roll, BBQ chicken calzone, Cape Cod potato chips, blueberry pie, etc. etc.
A labor of love. That’s what this is. How else could you describe a pot pie – usually a thrown-together, rustic affair – that takes all day, at least six pots, and a good dose of fuss? I’ll admit, I’m not usually one for fuss.
This is one of those recipes that you have to have on hand. It’s delicious, it’s perfect (better?) as leftovers, it’s quick (especially if you use rotisserie chicken), it’s good for you and it’s comfort like you haven’t needed since the last April frost.
It’s exam season again here in Law School Land, which means I need lots of food but don’t have lots of time to make it. We’ve got scrambled eggs down to a science and the Thai restaurant’s number memorized. But sometimes we need something more substantial, something to linger over.
Before the beginning of our renovations, which have turned our house into something vaguely resembling a bombed out building, I went on a bit of a cooking spree, surprisingly exactly no one.
If there’s anything having a baby during your first year of law school will teach you, it’s to cook in bulk. (Ok, that’s definitely not even on the list of things it will teach you, but cut me some slack, first sentences are hard.)
Our dinners of late have been odes to efficiency. The baby usually starts to lose her cool around 7:30 pm, at which point Francesco picks up making dinner where I left off (that is, if I even got around to starting).
These last few weeks have been intense ones. The birth of our first child along with all the physical and emotional side effects that brings means I’ve needed a little hand-holding.
Ah, the royal wedding. I had an especially delicious time watching it because A. we made coronation chicken salad and B. I was joined by one of my favorite people in the world: my friend Ali, who dropped in from NYC to hang out, teach me how to shop in Sydney, eat us out of all our Easter chocolate, and generally bring some sunshine to our lives.
This is the final installment of the Afghan series, and another memorable dish to anyone familiar with The Helmand Restaurant in Cambridge.
