Circled back to the Hairy Bikers’ Hairy Dieters cookbook for the first time in years. I knew there was a salad recipe in there that I hadn’t attempted, and I wanted to bring something into work for a Jacob’s join on a sunny summer’s day. I found the Chicken Caesar Salad recipe and, at the last minute, grabbed all the ingredients on a Monday evening between work and the Mentell group at 7.
On Tuesday morning, before work, I bashed through the recipe in 50 minutes. The process was pretty smooth. I could have sworn I had mayonnaise, but no. I substituted with garlic sauce. I bunged in a whole jar of anchovy fillets, not just 2. When else would I use them? I cut the chicken breast up too soon, which made the marinading harder, but I got there in the end. There were also 2 more chicken breasts in the pack that I may as well have cooked up. I’ve now got to cook them in something else. The Romaine lettuces came in a pack of 2, so I had double the quantity needed. That all went in. The whole thing took 55 minutes in the end.
It all worked out, and there was a big Tupperware box of it to take into work. The team seemed to like it. I did too.
I also got to bust out the obligatory one liner:
What do you call a hen looking at a lettuce? Chicken Caesar salad.
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