Since Dan complemented me several times on this dish, I thought I should share it. He’s a man willing to eat anything put in front of him, but it is rare that he raves about a dish.
Chicken Paprika recipe
4 cups shredded, cooked chicken, preferably leftovers from a whole chicken
1 onion, chopped
1 tbsp. butter
1 tbsp. olive oil, mild
2 tsp. paprika
1 cup sour cream
2 tbsp. white wine or chicken stock or water
salt and pepper to taste
Heat butter and oil in a saute pan. Toss in onion and saute until golden and tender. Add chicken and paprika. Stir occasionally till heated through. Add sour cream and wine (or substitute). Add additional wine if you desire sauce to be thinner. Add salt and pepper to taste. Remove from heat. Serve immediately over hot noodles.
After my last attempt
to make fresh pumpkin from a neck pumpkin, I wasn’t sure if I would be able to muster up the energy to do it again. After staring at the neck pumpkin for approx 3 weeks, I caved. My FIL requested that I bring a dessert to the upcoming mini family reunion. Dan suggested that I make the pumpkin pie again, since it turned out so well last time. It is his favorite pie after all and he only gets it a few times a year. With a host of reasons like that, how could I resist?
Without further ado, here is the recipe for Pumpkin Pie.
3/4 cup sugar
1/2 tsp. salt
1 tsp. ground cinnamon
1/2 tsp. ground ginger
1/2 tsp. ground cloves
1/4 tsp. ground nutmeg
2 large eggs
2 cups mashed pumpkin
1.5 cups heavy cream
Mix dry ingredients together and set aside.
Whisk eggs in a large bowl. Stir in pumpkin and sugar mixture. Gradually stir in heavy cream.
Pour into an unbaked pie shell.
Bake at 425 degrees for 15 minutes. Reduce oven temperature to 350 degrees and bake for an additional hour or until pie filling is set.
Cool to room temperature and then transfer to refrigerator.
Note: This pie is best if left to chill for 24 hours before eating.
The mohair stole is downstairs in the basement on top of the ping pong table being blocked. Even though I’ve poked at it and prodded it and glared down at it, it’s still not dry. It’s making me wait. I hate waiting.
To make me feel like I’ve made progress on it, I took pictures. Thanks to the lack of natural sunlight, the pictures are dark and difficult to assess.
Well, I feel better. I won’t bother it for at least an hour.