A Question of Taste

Well, once again, I unashamedly admit to a  modicum of culinary success. For lunch today, ma belle and I sampled the lightly spiced garlic chilli chicken, spontaneously improvised by yours truly last evening.  It seems like I’m going to be stuck with the (usually enjoyable) chore of cooking for the foreseeable future.


It’s always an advantage to have various spices and herbs to hand when one is oblivious to the intended dish. The big question was what, on this occasion, should I do with four chicken breast fillets? A few teaspoons of cumin powder were distributed on the base of a large griddle pan, together with a generosity of turmeric, a couple of teaspoons of rogan josh masala powder and, a sprinkling of garlic granules. The chicken breasts were then rolled in this mixture and, a liberal splash of Tabasco applied; a generous dollop of olive oil was added to the pan after an initial pre-heat.


A large onion, chopped into rings, was thrown into the simmering mix, together with sliced red, green and yellow peppers and some mushrooms. The next addition was a tin of plum tomatoes, smothered in freshly ground black pepper and some Worcester sauce. The chicken breasts were diced using a wooden spatula before adding a couple of teaspoons of crushed garlic and a slightly smaller amount of crushed red chillies, along with a sprinkling of mixed herbs. The final addition was ½ to ¾ litre of chicken and vegetable gravy.


Thirty minutes on from initial preparations, the entire contents of the pan were transferred into a casserole dish which was popped into a moderately high oven at lunchtime today. My beloved prepared a generous assemblage of steamed vegetables to serve alongside the casserole, which in turn was accompanied with jacket potatoes.


It’s strange how banal the ingredients sound when compared to the wonderful taste sensation which we experienced earlier today.       

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4 Responses to A Question of Taste

  1. The Oxcliffe Fox says:

    There, young sir, I must take issue with you. There is nothing banal sounding about the names of spices. Cumin, termeric, rogan josh, to me they sound like a magic incantation! By the by, I like your idea of adding the oil to the pan after pre-heating. Presumably this stops it overheating – something olive oil is prone to, I know.
    PS. At what time are we expected did you say?

  2. Malcolm says:

    My dear TOF, thanks for popping by. The pre-heating also seems to bring out the flavour of the spices more, it certainly gives rise to a fairly prompt olfactory sensation! Speaking on behalf of Murmuring Mal you\’re welcome to pop by any time.
    The aged poet. 

  3. Bittersweet on-the-hill. says:

    Mal…..I\’m laughing!  Did you say you like it hot!!!!  I don\’t think there is many more spices you could have added to the pan!  But it does sound wonderful.  But I think I\’d have to serve it over a lot of rice!
    Our Labor Day weekend is upon us.  Everyone will be barbecuing as last for the summer. We barbecue well into the fall, but for many the focus has now changed to school and school events.
    While our weather is quite pleasant, it is quite dry.  We could use rain but may not have any on the horizon for quite awhile.
    Little Sydney is growing but still in "major" puppyhood.  Hopefully that stage ends real soon.
    I am well and hope you have enjoyed the summer.  Please give my best to Helen.    Bittersweet 

  4. Kathryn says:

    And now I am properly hungry- even though I\’ve just had a big bowl of oatmeal – it is my "mind" that is hungry, not my stomach–from reading this post! 

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