Yesterday was my turn to serve dinner. It also turned out to be my turn to cook the dinner. All eyes were on me and expectations were high. I made some eggs earlier this week that received high praise - could I repeat such a feat again?
My supplies were chosen for me. I had chicken breasts and anything else I could find in the kitchen to add plus some frozen French fries.
The plan:
double bread the chicken with flour and breadcrumbs. Bomb. Stuff them with some cheese. Boom. Fry them up for some added deliciousness? Why the hell not. Topped it off with some delicious sautéed onions on which I added some spices that I didn't quite know what they were (EXCEPT - I found black pepper! Sidenote: Chileans love their salt, but you NEVER find pepper anywhere. No shakers. In the spice rack, there was a bag labeled "pimiento negro" And the Lord was pleased.)
Dinner went off quite well, despite being a little later than usual because my timing was off. My patrons didn't mind, we kept them happy by serving beer and peanuts. I think what really set me over the top was my desert - an icecream log. Now I didn't make this, it was in the freezer and one of the oblates (the one that usually cooks) told me to use it. But I got some mighty high praise and will be forever remembered as Chef Gringo.
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