The best laid plans, I suppose…

Der Fattles McSmacksalot.

This is Ozzy. Ozzy is by far the most affectionate wonderful cat on Earth, but smart he isn’t.

Before you say that’s too cruel, let me also say this: Sometimes I’m right up there with him. I too am clumsy, ungainly, and often don’t think before I act.

My most damning evidence for all this comes from last night’s unintentional food debacle.

It looks normal, doesn’t it?

Everything was going pretty perfectly.

I had browned the ground chicken breast; I boiled the brown rice in some chicken broth for extra flavor. As I prepared the beans, onions, and peppers, I set the skillet of chicken off to the side on the stovetop, and opened the cabinet overhead to withdraw the spices I would need to finish my meal. Now if you have been to my flat, you are aware that while my kitchen isn’t miniscule, it’s still pretty small. Not a lot of counter space nor storage space. My spices and oils and vinegars are all gathered willy-nilly in an above cabinet and sometimes extracting something for my use is quite tricky. So tricky, in fact, that in searching for my bay leaves, my impatient fingers allowed a recalcitrant package of cayenne powder to come tumbling out of the cabinet and somewhere heartbreaking.

All over my ground chicken. Layered in a fine patina of rust red was my chicken; my unseasoned chicken. (I was going to take a photograph but at the moment, I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.) What didn’t get on the chicken got all over the stove. Taking a deep breath, I added the spices I was supposed to to the remainder of the dish and cleaned up what I could only term as a “shitload” of cayenne pepper from stove. As for the chicken? I was determined to make lemonade out of this spicy lemon and added it to the finished dish. It didn’t make it inedible, but it definitely made it a lot more fiery than I wanted or expected.

It looks okay and it kinda is.

I tempered some of the heat with some reduced fat sour cream. It worked…a little. Ah, culinary disasters. Anyway, here’s the recipe as it was before I screwed it all up with my grace and genius.

Chicken, Black Bean & Rice Skillet

1 cup brown rice

14 oz. chicken broth (I used a reduced sodium kind)

3/4 cup of water

1 tbl. olive oil

1 medium chopped onion

1 medium chopped red bell pepper

1 15 oz. can rinsed black beans

1 bay leaf

3 tbl. red wine vinegar

1/2 tsp. liquid smoke

1 lb. ground chicken

Combine rice, broth, water; cook according to package directions. Drain and set aside. Brown chicken in a nonstick skillet. Drain of excess grease and also set aside. Meanwhile, heat oil in a large skillet (nonstick or no, your choice) on medium heat. Add onion and bell pepper and cook 5 minutes until softened; stir occasionally. Stir in black beans, bay leaf, vinegar, liquid smoke and some pepper to taste. Cook on low, uncovered, for 5 minutes. Add the rice and chicken; fold gently with the black bean mixture. Cover, turn off the heat, and let stand on the burner for another 5 minutes. Voila! Easy peasy.

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