Scraps for dinner

[CharleyH]

I cannot write a bad food experience in a story. It is impossible. I cannot go a day (other than my corn dog days) without coming up with something from the scraps in my fridge and cupboards:

Her: I bought some chicken breasts. Will you cook dinner tonight?

He ponders chicken breasts, and looks in the fridge.

Him: A BBQ?
Her: Terrific.

He looks in the fridge, and pushes away the milk, the parmesan. Ahh, Ketchup!

She walks into the room.

Her: How are you going to cook it?

She sees the ketchup bottle. Her face contorts with horror, her heart palpitates,and there is a sudden gag reflex, not unlike deep-throating, as she suddenly remembers those mashed potatos with tarragon and mint mixed with sour cream.

Her: Actually, I have an idea, baby.

She looks in the fridge.

Her: Hm, pistachios, and lemon.

But, she has many other items like fresh and dried herbs, cream and any other item she can think of at her disposal.

In honour of the Iron chef, and erotic/pornographic writing, what do you cook (or use, whichever you prefer) when boneless chicken breasts, Pistachos and lemon are the main ingredients, among any other LIT thoughts you may have?

 

[ABSTRUSE]

Smoked SPAM.

 

[CharleyH]

Smoked SPAM.

There is no chicken, lemon, nor pistachio in your response.

In honour of the Iron chef, and erotic/pornographic writing, how do you cook this using boneless chicken breasts, pistachios and lemon as the main ingredients, among any other LIT thoughts you may have?

 

[rgraham666]

Asking the wrong person.

If it can't be can't be heated in a pot or microwave, or cooked in an oven, forget it.

 

[CharleyH]

Use your SEX-SUAL imagination, then.

 

[maggot420]

lick breasts liberally
apply some salt
lick the salt
slam down a shot of tequila
bite the lemon

save the pistachios and chicken for when you have the munchies later

 

[rgraham666]

Hmm.

Warm the chicken to skin temperature in the microwave, garnish some young lady with pistachios and lemon, run chicken over her to transfer the garnish, cook chicken and eat while waiting for chicken to cook.

How's that?

 

[CharleyH]

LOL - You people need cooking lessons ... in more ways than one

 

[maggot420]

LOL - You people need cooking lessons ... in more ways than one

are you offering

 

[rgraham666]

LOL - You people need cooking lessons ... in more ways than one

You can't say I didn't warn you.

Anyway I'm beat. I'm not sure at this moment if I could count on my fingers and toes three times and come up with two answers the same.

 

[CharleyH]

You can't say I didn't warn you.

Anyway I'm beat. I'm not sure at this moment if I could count on my fingers and toes three times and come up with two answers the same.

Nighty, night Rob. Big kiss and tuck in.

 

[NspirMe]

Preheat oven to 350 deg. Ha-Ha
Wash said chicken breast. Liberally apply lemon, mint, pepper, garlic, a little butter. Sprinkle pistachio over the top. Wrap in tin foil / baking bag. Throw in the oven. You could use the BBQ instead with garlic, butter rub. Either way this is delicious !

While this is baking for 45 min. Go " massage " your lover in a warm bubble bath. The rest ... improvise.

Not veryyy erotic, but darn if it's not fun ...

 

[Guest]

If she didn't love him so damn much, she never would have offered to cook for him...again. He poured her a glass of dry zinf and kissed her soundly as she prepared the boneless chicken. Her eyes sparkled with mischief but her hands remained on task.
"One day, we'll be able to toss out that ketchup without you having the DT's."
She smirked even as she winked at him, adding quietly, "I probably wouldn't mind cooking so much if the view were a bit better too. How about you lose some of that clothing?"
Before he could distract her with his adonis profile, she lowered her gaze and crushed the pistaschios, sprinkling them over the chicken and adding a spritz of lemon. Deftly, she speared the meat with toothpicks to wrap the chicken around the nuts in a neat pocket before tucking it all into the oven.

Washing her hands, she sighed with delight as his lips found the crook of her neck..........

 

[CharleyH]

If she didn't love him so damn much, she never would have offered to cook for him...again. He poured her a glass of dry zinf and kissed her soundly as she prepared the boneless chicken. Her eyes sparkled with mischief but her hands remained on task.
"One day, we'll be able to toss out that ketchup without you having the DT's."
She smirked even as she winked at him, adding quietly, "I probably wouldn't mind cooking so much if the view were a bit better too. How about you lose some of that clothing?"
Before he could distract her with his adonis profile, she lowered her gaze and crushed the pistaschios, sprinkling them over the chicken and adding a spritz of lemon. Deftly, she speared the meat with toothpicks to wrap the chicken around the nuts in a neat pocket before tucking it all into the oven.

Washing her hands, she sighed with delight as his lips found the crook of her neck..........

Someone with creativity, and humour ... AT LAST. Thanks love. It brought joy.