The day got off to an auspicious start when A woke at the crack of dawn singing “Rain, Rain, Go Away”. When I carried her downstairs for breakfast, I managed to slip down the last few steps, throwing us both to the ground. She was fine, but shocked, I have some bruises in the making on hip, back and elbow, but everyone is ok. A was superbly sweet when she kept saying “Mummy fell over, I got a little shock”. My doctor’s visit revealed that the ongoing cramps must be some sort of labour-preparing boot camp, but they haven’t had any effect on the cervix. So we are all still at home. However, the meal we made tonight, Pretzel-Crusted Chicken Breasts with a Cheddar-Mustard Sauce, was about as good as the hospital food we had last time- this tastes like institutional food at its best.
In fairness, the chicken was reasonably moist and succulent, which is always a good thing. It was pounded flat, dredged in pretzels which had been pulverised in the food processor mixed with thyme and pepper, dipped in egg then more pretzels, then fried. We didn’t use the 1/4″ of oil which was called for, just a wee coating on the bottom of the pan. Meanwhile, I made a cheese and mustard sauce which included a mountain of cheese. It is suggested that the chicken and sauce be served with oil and vinegar coleslaw, but we opted out and made a spinach and strawberry salad.
The chicken was moist and crunchy which are both good traits, but the cheese sauce seemed a little floury and overpowering. I don’t think that I would ever make this again, it was a waste of good cheese. Tomorrow we kick off three days of pasta with Veal Polpette with Thin Spaghetti and Light Tomato and Basil Sauce. How good does a “light” sauce sound after tonight’s dinner?