WTF should i cook for dinner?

AKA Mig’s Chicken Marsala Madeira

Chances are you have at some point asked yourself, WTF should I cook for dinner. Of course, in these days of social media, you ask that question of your Facebook friends.

At least I did a while ago. Brian suggested Chicken Marsala, which I elected to try because I was in the mood for Indian food. To prepare, I read the wikipedia article.

Turns out it is not an Indian dish. That would be Chicken Tika Masala. Honest mistake.

According to Wikipedia, Marsala is a fortified wine, like port, which is reduced to make the sauce. For me, using largely American or Anglo-Saxon recipes in Austria, cooking has become a process of substitution. I must cook everything from scratch (actually, I also prefer to do that). Nearly every recipe I cook I find myself required to substitute at least one ingredient.

In this case, it was the Marsala, which was not available at my local supermarket. They had an okay shelf of fortified wines, but no Marsala. So I got a bottle of Madeira wine. Got chicken breasts, mushrooms, peppers, shallots, zucchini. Went home and cooked.

Brian has stated before that recipies are often inaccurate, especially cooking times, so I used the wikipedia article instead of a recipe. An ideal recipe would tell you roughly how long it takes to cook something, but it would tell you how to tell when something was finished, rather than tell you exactly how long to cook it.

Brian has become my new cooking mentor, if you haven’t noticed.

I rolled the chicken breasts (with skin, deboned) in flour and sauteed them. I understand sautee to mean fry fairly hot in a fair amount of oil. The skin/coating got nice and crisp. I cut into one breast to make sure it was done (good thing, as it wasn’t done yet). When they were done I removed them and put them in an oven to stay warm, and sauteed sliced shallots, mushrooms and zucchini for a while, then got impatient and added some of the wine and some chicken stock (this concentrate you can get) and cooked until the sauce looked reduced.

Then I served it with the chicken and it was quite popular.

My verdict: working from a wikipedia article instead of a recipe works, at least for a simple dish such as this. I don’t think I added enough wine (more sauce would have been nice) and I should have reduced it a little more. But it tasted great. Chicken was a little dry, otherwise tasty and attractive. I wonder what went wrong there – what causes dry chicken? The zucchini were a mistake (I sliced them into roughly 2″ rectangular slices) – they were soft and mushy before anything else was cooked. Should have added them at the end. Substituting Madeira for Marsala was no problem (maybe Marsala tastes totally awesome and I would change my mind if I tried it, who knows).

The next time I’ll take pictures.

Based on a true story

I took a long drag on my Nicorette inhaler and immediately suffered a coughing fit.  The Dalai Lama sat down next to me.

“Could I bum one of those off you?” he said.

Eyes watering, I waved the Nicorette inhaler in front of me. “It’s the only one I got,” I finally said. “You’re welcome to it, though, Your Holiness.”

“Please,” he patted me on the knee. “Call me Dalai.” He showed me his inhaler. “I already got one. I just need the little nicotine fluid thingamajig. Ran out of those.”

I gave him one and we sat there for a while, puffing away.

“You can’t inhale too deeply at first,” he said.

“Yeah, I figured that out,” I said. “My kid gave me these for my birthday.”

“Oh, when’s your birthday?” he asked.

I made a generic waving motion at the day around us. “Today,” I said.

“Happy birthday!”

“Thanks.”

“So how old are you, if you don’t mind my asking?”

I pointed at the sidebar over on the right.

“Wow, you’ve been blogging a long time.”

“I was one of the first,” I said.

“Respect,” said the Dalai Lama.

“By the way,” he said, wiggling his Nicorette inhaler. “You don’t need to tell anyone about this.”

I motioned locking up my mouth and throwing away the key. “Mum’s the word.”

“I mean, I know about you bloggers.”

“Dalai, please,” I said. “Take a chill pill. Quitting making you antsy?”

“Ehn. Looking for a reincarnation.”

“Who is it this time?”

“You wouldn’t know if I told you,” he said.

“True, true,” I said. “So what signs are you looking for?”

“Remembers drowning in a past life. Trips over shoelaces at an ice cream parlor and falls on face without losing ice cream.”

“Okay,” I said. “That’s like ninja-level slapstick.”

“Here’s the kicker – it’s a girl. Who gives her father Nicorettes for his birthday.”

“Aight. Okay. I’ll keep a lookout.”

He was looking at me funny, but I ignored him. I wasn’t going to tell him.

Not until he spilled the beans on whose reincarnation he was looking for.

Extra credit

See, the morning rants on the way to town are not in vain.

In school recently, teacher asks So who can explain the differences between a planned economy and a free market economy?

And Gamma raised her hand and explained, because we had just been talking about it.

And what conclusion can you draw from that? the teacher asked.

After the revolution the rich will be lined up against the wall and pew-pew-pew, is what Gamma did not say, because that’s still a secret she can think for herself. No, she said something achieving an optimal mix of the two.

Of course, if the teacher asks about the benefits of nonsensical, complicated technologies designed to generate a stream of revenue rather than any actual customer benefit, my morning sermons will be less useful.

The Law of Conservation of Cats

The law of conservation of cats, also known as the principle of cat/feline conservation, states that the number of cats in an isolated system (closed to all further adoption or other forms of acquisition of new cats) will remain constant over time. This principle is equivalent to the conservation of energy, in the sense when energy or cats are enclosed in a system and none is/are allowed in or out, its/their quantity cannot otherwise change (hence, its quantity is “conserved”). The number of cats in an isolated system cannot be changed as a result of processes acting inside the system. The law implies that the number of cats in an isolated system cannot be altered, although it may be rearranged in space and changed into different cats; such that every time a cat “owner” lets one gray cat out of the house, a second gray cat will come back into the house, and for every red cat that exits the house, another red cat will enter, and especially if a red cat and a gray cat both leave the house at the same time, another red cat and gray cat will stumble all over each other rushing back into the house before the door can close, no matter if it is four in the afternoon or three in the morning, even if they have been let out and in fifteen times in the past hour, because  the number and color of cats going out of the house must be equal to those coming back in.

Goldschmutz – Going to Mass on Sunday

Just in time for Easter. Video from a family outing to a nearby pilgrimage church a couple weekends ago. Music is me on tin whistle (Going to Mass on Sunday – traditional air) slowed way down, and theremin thru several effect devices. NSFthose bothered by holy relics.

Mr. Cordyceps’ experiments

Mr. Cordyceps decides to approach life scientifically, to the extent that he is capable of that, in the sense of testing hypotheses. That is, he decides to conduct a series of experiments in which he devises a hypothesis, then tests it in the field, after which he will consider the hypothesis disproven and reject it, or  proven, and accept it, or adjust the hypothesis and test it further.

The first hypothesis he decides to test is that his wife is always right.

The experiment he devises to test this hypothesis is quite simple, and involves, initially, doing everything she tells him to do when she tells him to do it, rather than resisting her input and doing what he would normally do.

The results of this initial experiment are as follows: the hypothesis is true, his wife is always right.

The second hypothesis he decides to test is that, ceteris paribus, there is a causal link between caloric intake and body weight. This hypothesis also corresponds to experimental data.

Mr. Cordyceps decides to continue his scientific investigation of life.

Help Beta receive a scholarship.

I have a favor to ask. You can help my brilliant daughter win a much-deserved scholarship (it is a German scholarship called ‘the democratic scholarship’ awarded to the applicant who gets the most votes).
It is very simple.
All you have to do is:
1. Go here: http://www.stipendium.de/bewerber-2011/3080-iris-goes-down-under?page=1&s=Iris
2. Click on the button beneath the video (it will say ‘stimme ab via facebook’ or ‘abstimmen’, meaning ‘vote via facebook’ or ‘vote)
3. Enable the app.
4. Then you press the button again. Finished!
5. More detailed explanations here: https://www.facebook.com/events/230009473761950/
6. Tell everyone you know, and tell them to tell everyone they know, and so on.
Thanks!

(PS she is working on masters degrees in international law and anthropology, and needs the funds to help finance her studies in Australia (where she currently is) and Indonesia (where she is going next).)