My Version of Chicken Tetrazzini


While doing errands on Saturday afternoon, I made a stop in Homeland (a small grocery store).  In wondering what to make for dinner (and I do this a lot…the wondering part), I remembered I had some chicken in the freezer.  What happens frequently is that I stop there….I mean, it’s chicken.  It’s not that hard to pair it with something.  Nevertheless, I pulled out my Blackberry and typed in one of my favorite meals, Chicken Tetrazzini.  I’m an intelligent person…surely I can handle this.  I grabbed the items the recipe called for and I made my way to the check out.  I had called my Mom when this idea first started swirling in my head.  I never heard back from her so I was on my own.  This is not usually a good thing. But, I persevered….in other words, I had all the ingredients and figured ‘what the hell.’  I got home and unloaded the groceries.  I kept my Blackberry close by so I could refer to the recipe often and easily. 


       First, I boiled the spaghetti…..


                    Next, I shredded/diced up the chicken (my version of “cubing”)

After the pasta was done cooking, I put in strainer and left in sink.  The next step was to mix 2 cans of  cream of chicken soup, water, and 2 cubes of chicken bouillon together until it boils.  I transferred the pasta to a glass pan and then added the chicken.  Lastly, I poured the soup concoction over the meat and noodles and finished by sprinkling cheddar cheese all over the top.  I set the oven to 350 and when it was ready to bake, I slipped the pan inside.  I have to say that by this time, no smoke alarms had gone off (yes, it’s been known to happen when I cook) and the meal in the oven looked downright  edible. 


                                      And we have the end product…..

 I may have to try this cooking thing more often…..


Confession from Norman

I hate to cook.  It is an act that tends to require some sort of creativity.  Well, not even that, it requires one to have a plethora of ingredients on hand (and by plethora, I mean variety).  If anyone were to see the lack of food inside my pantry or refrigerator, they would be ashamed.  Naturally, I love to eat…just prefer not having to devise the meal (nor make it) myself. 

As I am typing this, I am watching yesterday’s episode of The Pioneer Woman (with Ree Drummond).  Every time I watch her show, a part of me (rather small part mind you) gets an interest to cook.  She makes it look so darn fun and easy.  Don’t mind the fact that she has a huge kitchen, fresh vegetables ….and her own show…and cookbook….oh and you might have heard of her blog.  Anyway, back to me….so it’s the lack of motivation to put any effort into being creative with my meals.  Ugh, very boring and frustrating to eat the same meals over and over. 

Tonight was fortunately an exception.  I made stew…well, sort of made it.  I’m one of those clueless people who go down the aisles of grocery stores having no idea what I’m doing. For whatever reason, I got the idea in my head that I wanted to make stew.  Fine, whatever…simple enough.  I make my way over to the area with packaged meats.  I see a package of long strips of meat. Hmm, that looks good….oh wait, that says fajita meat. Small chunks of meat catch my eye–and it says Stew Meat on the label.  Bingo.  That was easy.  Now, um, what else goes with the meat….right-sauce.  Fast forward, and I check out with stew sauce mix (love when it’s right there on the package for cooking-challenged people like me), meat, some Ozarka water and package of frozen vegetables.  I don’t have patience for slicing the potatoes and all that.  I should, but I don’t.  I get home and unload the bags.  I scan the directions for the sauce….notice I said scan as reading directions completely doesn’t run in my family.  My “concoction” turned out okay…a little salty but not bad. Of course, I’m the opposite of my Mom and only use one pot….a crock pot.  I threw the ingredients in there and kept checking on it. Seeing as how I like to see glass half full, it was not a sandwich or anything from a fast food restaurant…so on that note, it was a success.  But I don’t anticipate Ree calling me anytime soon for the recipe. 

Until my next attempt at cooking…
Helpless in Norman