Yet Another Recipe. :-)

I think I might be on a roll! Yes! :-D

So, I present another recipe. This one took... maybe 45 minutes to make (prep and cooking combined), so that's not too bad. :-)


Peppers and Chicken Delish

Put a medium-sized pot of water on to boil, covered.

Combine in a skillet:
4-6 boneless, skinless chicken thighs (OR 2 chicken breasts, OR 1.5C mixed pine nuts, crumbled pecans, slivered almonds, and/or crumbled walnuts -- if using nuts, add 2 tsp oil to the skillet)
+
2C blush wine (or white wine, or low-sodium chicken/veggie stock)
+
1 tsp each: basil, thyme, & rosemary
+
1 tbsp (3 cloves) minced garlic
+
1/2 tsp black pepper

Simmer, covered, on medium-high (or high) until the chicken is cooked or the liquid is mostly absorbed (10-15 minutes, stir lightly every five minutes to keep things from sticking to the pan).

Add:
5-6 thinly sliced white button mushrooms (or shiitake mushrooms, for a fancier dish and a more woody flavour)
+
2 tsp olive oil

Allow to simmer/sautee, covered, for another 5 minutes or so.

Take 1.5-2C three-colour (or three-veggie!) fusilli pasta and add it to the by-now-boiling water. Turn the heat down to about 6 and allow the pasta to do its thing.

To the skillet, Add:
1-2 chopped yellow/orange peppers (in long strips) and maybe another 1/8C wine/stock.
Re-cover and simmer/sautee for another five minutes.

Un-cover the skillet and sautee the peppers mixture until everything is well-mixed (3-4 minutes). Turn the heat down to low/1.


Drain the pasta, which should be al-dente by now, and then add the pasta to the skillet. Mix everything together.
Turn off the heat.
Serve.
Goes well with slices of baguettes.
Enjoy! :-D

Flash 9

Flash 9: Blacklist

275 words


Betrayal

“Are they insane?”
Jeremy just shakes his head, not saying anything.
I re-read the letter – Hah! The summons – that arrived in the mail that day.
“Why do they think we’re—”
“I dunno, Sal,” he murmurs, not looking at me. “I don’t know.”
For a minute – maybe longer – we don’t say anything at all. He stares at the table in the other room, and I stare at the letter in my hand, and neither of us says a single word.
But I have to ask it, eventually, almost whispering the words, not wanting to say them loudly enough to make them real.
“What happens,” I ask, “If we’re convicted…?”
Jeremy shrugs.
“Jail time? Fines? I’ll probably lose my job. You’d loose your scholarship… It could be anything.”
“How… How do you think they found out…?” I ask, and my voice is even smaller, now. I don’t really want to know the answer.
“Someone must have found out about us,” he answers. “Someone must have known.”
I look at the letter again, addressed to Mr. Salvador J. Perez, that had been delivered to my house.
Someone – someone who knew one or both of us well enough to know our names and where we lived – had let our secret out.
Jer might get through it. Mr. Jeremy T. Waters, who’s as American as apple pie, who would believe he’s a communist? But me? My parents are Cuban for god’s sake. There’s no way I’ll get out of this without someone branding me a commie for the rest of my life.
I reach for his hand, squeezing his fingers, lightly, and wonder who it was who betrayed us.