Sunday, February 25, 2007

Quick Chicken Marsalla a la James

So, last night I decided I wanted to move away from the soups and stews and move to something a little different. I like to at least try to use ingredients that I don’t have to shop for and purchase. This reads, “whatever is in the house” with hopefully only a quick bodega run in between to replace the sprouting garlic or get another can of stock. I never seem to have enough stock, no matter how promiscuous I am with jars in friends’ freezers. It’s one of those mysteries that’s up there with where does the other sock go and why are hotdogs ill-matched in count to their buns per package.

So, having of course eaten chicken marsalla, but never making it (plus figuring if I have to look it up on the internet I should hang up my knives) I assembled the following ingredients.

• 1 small package of shitake mushrooms. I think any wild mushrooms (heck even canned mushrooms) would have worked great, and I think next time I’m going to up the quantity of mushrooms considerably.
• About a ¼ bottle of an inexpensive white wine. The wine guy told me that the $6.99 Pinot I was standing in front of was quite good for the buck. Since I know very little about wine other than when I have drank enough, I trusted him.
• 2 defrosted skinless chicken breasts, butterflied. I wouldn’t suggest pounding them out flat as you actually want the breast to sustain some cooking time while the sauce comes together
• 1 shallot, minced
• 3 cloves garlic, minced. (When in doubt, useth more garlic. Spiticus 2:49)
• About a cup of chicken stock or broth
• Kosher salt and ground black pepper
• 2 tablespoons of butter. If mixing meat and dairy is an issue for you, I think a slurry of cornstarch and water could do the trick as well, though you’d lose out on the creaminess.
• About 3 tablespoons of Extra Virgin Olive Oil. You might need a little more or less depending on the veggies and chicken absorbency, so keep more nearby and adjust.
• Juice of ½ lemon

Now, I had intended to flour the breasts ahead of time. I got absentminded and that didn’t happen. If you want you can flour the chicken first, seasoning the flour with a little kosher salt and ground black pepper. Judging by the fact that I think it came out quite nicely without this step, I would say its pretty non-essential. I did however manage to remember to salt and pepper them.

Brown the butterflied chicken breasts in a little olive oil. Remove from pan and set aside on a dish. Now in the remaining oil toss in the garlic and shallot and brown.

Once the aromatics brown, dump in the wine (I’d say about a fourth of a bottle or 1 cup. I’m not sure I did it by eye), and scrape up the happy brown bits at the bottom of the pan. Turn the heat down to about medium low (4 on a gas stove) and let a lot of the alcohol and liquid cook out. This shouldn’t take more than minutes I would say.

Add the stock and the mushrooms and salt and pepper the sauce a bit. I let it cook down, uncovered, for about 10 minutes at this point. I then squeezed the juice of half a lemon into the pan, cooked. Quick stir, then back into the pan with the chicken breasts, nestling them into the sauce, and cover. After probably 15 minutes (maybe a bit less), pull a piece of chicken out and test for doneness just by cutting down the middle. You’re looking for white and juicy. I removed the chicken again to the dish, added the butter (or cornstarch-water) and gave it a stir another 5 minutes.

I like to put a piece of chicken atop a little mound of rice and then ladle some sauce over it.

Mangia!
James

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

as the one responsible for james' revisionist histories, i must add a few edits to this recipe. #1, james had no idea this was chicken marsala, and was a bit crestfallen when i explained that what he had created was made in every olive garden in the country (although not nearly as well as he made it OBVIOUSLY). #2, it was yummy.

Anonymous said...

i remembered #3: james definitely does NOT know when he has drunk enough wine. sometimes when he has had enough but doesn't know it he will call you and berate you until you come to queens, and then he will steal your pillow. but that has no bearing on the yumminess of his cooking :)

privateprofile said...

Where, oh where are those pictures?

Anonymous said...

Thanks for writing this.