Thursday, June 16, 2011

Pineapple Butter Chicken

Longtime reader Phyllis in Dayton asks,"You seem preoccupied with chicken dishes. This seems odd for a man of your considerable wealth and refined palate. What gives, Doomy Boo?"

First of all, die. Is this the Accursed Richards cowardly mocking Doom? Richards! How dare you!

Second, Doom eats what Doom likes. And what Doom likes infests His Beloved Latveria like a plague. Latveria, in addition to boasting the greatest human specimen who ever set foot upon this pathetic orb, is also the chicken capital of the solar system (But not the universe. Little known fact: A planet orbiting Procyon2 is populated entirely by nine-foot New Hampshire Reds which speak a dialect not unlike Appalachian hiccups. Alas, they taste like boiled crap.). The subjects of Doom are blessed with a plentiful food source, and Doom generously provides them many a recipe for wringing all nutrition and taste from what Latverians call "our mountain flood." Latveria also corners the industry on chicken-feather pillows and jacket insulation. Look for the latter in our upcoming LL Doom Catalog.

A better question from Phyllis in Dayton would be,"Gracious Lord Doom, might there be another chicken recipe Your Marvelousness would bestow upon us lowly lows who are low and lowish?"

And Doom would but reply, "Aye, Phyllis in Dayton. Aye."

Pineapple Butter Chicken
Doom confesses that the original recipe found within the Secret Gypsy Momma Cookbook called for lemon juice. But the Doom tummy hungers not for lemon this day. And Doom was granted a wholesale bargain on a large order of pineapple. "Win-win" cries Doom.

3 boneless chicken breasts
3 tablespoons melted butter
3 tablespoons pineapple juice
3 cloves garlic, minced
1 teaspoon salt
2 teaspoons black pepper
1 cup seasoned bread crumbs

Doom commands you to combine butter, juice, salt, pepper, and garlic in a wide bowl.

Doom commands you to soak the chicken in the mixture and dredge in bread crumbs.

Doom commands you to bake the chicken in a 350-degree over for 40 minutes.

Doom commands you to gobble. Mayhap with brown rice.

1 comment:

  1. This sounds incredible. Even with the impending Doom and all. YUM!


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