Sunday, November 22, 2015

A Dream And A Recipe

Well, you don't know what fun is until you've spent an entire night in a dreamworld where your task is to take care of JFK, Jr. in a third world country. Sounds okay until you realize that the reason you are taking care of him is because he has like the world's worst case of dysentery.
Pretty gnarly and bathrooms are hard to come by. At one point I almost told him that the was going to die in a plane crash in the future but I realized that would be cruel so I kept my big all-knowing mouth shut.
HOW do I come up with this shit? I am talking literal shit and a lot of it.
Also, I needed to do laundry for about fifty people and we were trying to check out of a huge hotel.
Why? Why? Why?
Anyway, I carried on dreaming, toiling tirelessly and finally woke up at 10:30! Mr. Moon had been worried that I was dead. But I was not and made him some pancakes and now I better get to some sort of apple preserving. I am, strangely enough, still in an excellent mood and it is going to get cold here tonight. Thanksgiving is barreling down the pike and I have a turkey thawing in the garage refrigerator. I am going to stuff that bird and take it to Lily's to cook. I'm also making angel biscuits and two pies and the greens.
My brother from Washington State is actually going to be here and I'm looking forward to that if we don't hit one of those places wherein we curse each other and go insane. I'm going to do my best to avoid this because when we're good we're very, very good but when we are bad, we are horrid.
"Lock up the guns!" I told Mr. Moon cheerfully this morning.
Actually, neither my brother nor I knows how to shoot a gun, or at least I don't.

And so, tra-la! I am off to gather apples from the refrigerator and do something with them. At least my house will smell good.

Oh! How to make pineapple chicken:

You can use any chicken pieces you want. Currently I am loving the thighs. A mix of thighs and breasts is good. You CAN use skinless but it isn't nearly as good as the kind with skin on.
So get you some nice chicken pieces (I cut the breasts in half) and brown them in a little oil. Olive, coconut, whatever kind of oil you have. Of course I use an iron skillet to make this. As the chicken browns, sprinkle with salt and cinnamon. When they are browned a little, slice up some fresh pineapple OR get a can of pineapple, either rings or chunks. The kind with the syrup works best. If you don't have that kind, or if you use fresh, you're going to need a little brown sugar. So, put the pineapple on the chicken. If you're using canned, pour some of the liquid in the pan too. If you're using unsweetened pineapple, sprinkle a little brown sugar on top. Like...less than a tablespoon but more than a teaspoon. Slice up an onion and put those slices on top of the pineapple. Sprinkle more cinnamon on top. Cover and let simmer. At one point, you may want to turn the chicken under all of that pineapple onion goodness. When the chicken is almost done, go ahead and take the lid off and let the liquid sort of reduce and thicken.
That's it.
I like it with rice.

There you go.

Love...Ms. Moon


  1. Wow. My guys would love this recipe. I'm going to try it this week!

  2. Glad there will be no shooting but it sounds like a mutual pistol whipping may be imminent. Good luck! I'm kinda glad we don't do thanksgiving. I'm just going make a pumpkin pie for me and my pie-loving boy. PIE.

  3. Man, that chicken and pineapple sounds good.

    And you are taking the turkey to the feast? The turkey is 3/4 of the work - bless your heart for taking that on.

  4. Thank you! We will be having the pineapple chicken soon.

  5. Thank you for the recipe. Your cooking always sounds good.

  6. I make baked apples several times a week from fall to spring, and I think half
    the motivation is filling the house with the comforting scent of apples and cinnamon. Aromatherapy.

  7. Elizabeth- It would also go well with mashed potatoes.

    Jo- Pie is good. Any time. Any place. Have you ever made pecan pie?

    jenny_o- It is never the cooking that exhausts me for Thanksgiving. It is being the hostess. So...I will gladly cook anything and take it over to Lily's. I feel a great deal of relief about this.

    Portia- Let me know if you like it.

    Leisha- It's usually fit to eat.

    A- And unlike those stupid scented candles, you can eat the source of the sweet smells.

  8. Well I think I just had a mouth-gasm..! That is now on my list of Meals To Come. I had a chicken thawing in the fridge to cook today, but only just read your post here with the recipe... I want to make spaghetti and meatballs for Thanksgiving..and tiramisu for dessert. I am so finished trying to create the traditional feast. We've never been traditional, growing up or with the British husband. Besides I always end up feeling like a failure. I would literally rather serve at a shelter. Thanks for sharing, hugs, Carroll

  9. You and your brother will be good together because that's what you've decided. We are having 21 people in our tiny apt for thanksgiving including friends brought home from college. I will not think about any of it until the day before when all the out of towners arrive. I'm kind of daunted.

  10. Big Mambird- "Mouthgasm!" I love it. And frankly, I love turkey and dressing. So a "traditional meal" is fine with me. But hey- make what makes you happy. And thankful.

    Angella- I would be totally daunted too. Is your daughter going to be there to help with the cooking? I know your husband will do a lot of it.

  11. I wonder what a tea olive smells like. I will see if I can find one. I love highly scented shrubs.

  12. OK, that IS a weird dream. What would Freud say? Not that it matters.

    I wonder why the tea olives bloom now? I guess in Florida there may still be some pollinating insects buzzing around. But I wondered about this here with some of the flowers I saw on my walk this morning -- every bee within 100 miles is dead or hibernating somewhere, I'm willing to bet, so why are there flowers NOW?


Tell me, sweeties. Tell me what you think.