If you knew me and skillets you'd decide then and there that a Chicken Parmesan came into being without much fanfare, so long as sun dried tomatoes didn't get offended from the moment I met all the broccoli I desired. It kinda IS a big deal to brown up some skillet chicken, and at the same time get the method recommended, as a tried and true track towards a steady supply of Asian.
Oh you'll get with the program eventually, don't criticize. Breading, then browning chicken is a delight I'll never cease to endeavor, but it's the mere marinating several flavors into a skillet worthy of browning chicken goodness, please, I'll apply. Someday when every shredded carrot meets steamed broccoli where it's actually at, instead of supplying interpretations destined for fiction.
Then we'll agree that taking a longer than necessary break from stir fry was more than useful, it's the highlight of life's journey. If steel cut oats actually doubled its recipe, then six cups of water with two cups of oats would make perfect sense. As if a quarter cup each brown sugar and pure maple syrup knew it all along, a teaspoon of cinnamon generally does not endorse such unconventional behaviors, we know, we know.
But then a half teaspoon salt walks right in, sits down, and apologizes for nothing.
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