Is there anything better than melted buttery cheese taken almost to the point of incineration?
No. No, there is not.
This past Sunday we went to church and as John and I were dutifully tending to our church calling in the nursery with wee little ones, I thought hard about what to make for dinner.
After much pondering, here is what I came up with.
Mr. Murphy has declared this to be his new favorite way to eat chicken. He has lovingly named this concoction:
"Rotastic Chicken"
-I beat 3 voluptuous breasts of chicken to death with a hammer. (I have yet to equip our kitchen with a mallet.)
-Then I seasoned each side with sea salt and fresh cracked black peppercorn pepper.
-I cut thick slices of pepperjack cheese and rolled them up in to the now flattened chicken breasts.
-I cooked all three breasts at 350 degrees for 20 minutes. Or maybe it was 400 degrees. Yeah, I definitely don't remember that part.
-At 20 minutes I took them out and poured a can of "Hot Rotel" over the sizzling chicken. I also added some hot salsa.
-I let it cook for another 15-20 minutes and then took them out and served them with:
black beans
brown rice
and
creamed corn
The next day we ate the rest of our chicken, beans, and rice for left-overs and John prepared it for us. When I sat down at the table to eat he blessed our food and then told me that there was a surprise under my rice and beans.
Giddy with excitement I squealed, "What can it be?!?" Then I uncovered something heavenly.
It was a pile of burnt cheese.
Now that folks is real love. He is the ultimate eternal companion.
