I was on my way out to lunch earlier when my aunt, who happened to just arrive from Manila, asked me to cook something for dinner. My feet came to a screeching halt. Plan something for dinner? But, but … ! Luckily, the Pioneer Woman is around with her truly great recipes. I remembered she had a recipe which was similar to the one I tried before, Chicken with Olives, but used garlic and lots of tomatoes instead. I <3 tomatoes!
So I quickly printed out the recipe and off we were to lunch! Vix and I went shopping for the ingredients after we had satisfied the clamoring for food inside our stomachs. Apparently, the people working in the grocery at Gaisano cannot tell the difference between spaghetti sauce and canned tomatoes. >.< Every attendant we asked for the canned tomatoes aisle directed us to the same place … and no canned tomatoes to be had. Fortunately, Vix has eyes … she has four in fact.
Now on for some fresh herbs! We get to the herb rack and nothing, there are no herbs to be bought. At this point, I decide to just go with the dried herbs that we have in our cupboards back at home. Why is it so hard to get fresh herbs here? I’ve already whined about this before, but the world hasn’t listened. Oh, woe is me.
The recipe is pretty simple. It’s called Chicken with Garlic and Tomatoes. Come to think of it, the Pioneer Woman‘s recipes are a breeze to do and it’s fun to read her cooking entries. It’s easy as pie … that reminds me, I really, really, really want to make her Raspberry Cream Pie. Maybe substitute the raspberries with some other fruit. Project! ;)
Everything went smoothly, apart from the part where I used the wrong pot to cook things in inside the oven. Halfway through it’s cooking time, things were spilling inside the oven. I had to move them into another pot and it was all joy after that. I had extended the recipe to 10 chicken parts thinking that would be enough for the 5 of us. But alas, the chicken parts sold around here are more like mini-chicken parts. While I was busy snapping pictures, everyone else was busy nom-ing away. Nevertheless, it all boils down to what’s left after the meal … which was absolutely nothing.
So despite being given a surprise notice of having to cook dinner for tonight, I think it went pretty well. Let’s just forget the part where smoke started coming out of the oven. It isn’t really my fault the damn pot couldn’t hold everything. Silly cooking pot!