I’ve made Grandma Evy’s Chicken (named after my 97-year-old grandmother, who made this dish often for family dinners,) so many times I could make it in my sleep.
I no longer require a recipe card when preparing the dish, and I no longer call my grandmother asking for reassurance on measurements here and there.
It’s the #1 requested meal in my home and I probably make it once a week, it’s that good.
Last night, I was speaking to my teenager, who sarcastically thought it would be funny to mock my singing while cooking at the stove, when I realized I hadn’t reached into my spice cabinet for garlic powder.
Instead, I grabbed the cinnamon. By now, I had sprinkled cinnamon over the entire skillet of chicken.
In my defense (I feel as though I say those words a lot!), the cinnamon and garlic powder bottles look identical. See for yourself…
Knowing Hayden isn’t keen on trying new recipes, I quickly grabbed a paper towel, dampened it, and began blotting the cinnamon as best I could. Then quickly covered up my error with a good dose of garlic powder. A little extra garlic never hurt anyone.
The result?
Hayden ate the chicken. My husband ate the chicken. Me? I never said a word.
I googled ‘cinnamon chicken,’ and found several chicken recipes that call for cinnamon, as well as one titled ‘Little House on the Prairie Cinnamon Chicken’ which was featured on Season 6 of the classic television show.
Who knew?
~Deb
