Their names are Bobby and Cissy, after the dancers on the Lawrence Welk show. Cissy is the one with the white patch on her head.
Technically, it’s four chickens–two live ones, and two chicken dishes. But “A Tale of Four Chickens” just doesn’t have the same ring to it, now, does it?
We got new chickens–chicks, really–last week. They are darling. When they cheep they sound like songbirds. They are palm-sized, so small that we don’t have anything to hold them except for a cardboard box. At night we take them up to the attic (the only place they will be safe from the cats, one of whom has been eyeing them with obvious relish); during the day they get to roam around the backyard and eat bugs. Mmm, bugs.
It’s a little strange eating chicken dishes when we keep chickens as pets–pets with eggy benefits, as my friend Fernanda says–but we all love to eat chicken, especially when it’s coated in panko, fried, and dipped in ranch or blue cheese dressing. So we compartmentalize the meals and the backyard egg machines, and it all seems to work out fine.
We had just gotten a lovely bunch of Thai basil from the CSA (they also had purple basil, lemon basil and–get this–lime basil. Lime basil! What’s next, pomegranate basil? Chipotle basil? Cheddar basil?), so I decided to make some Thai Basil Chicken for the grownups. Of course, the grownups partook of the nuggets, too.
That place mat looks like it belongs in an ice cream parlor, doesn't it?
I make my children’s nuggets from scratch, because I find the packaged, processed ones only slightly less terrifying than the Michelin Man (who, obviously, terrifies me for reasons that I suspect have to do with my father, but that could be pure conjecture). Years ago the kids and I went to a playdate and were served a lunch of microwaved, dinosaur-shaped nuggets. It was all I could do to keep my mouth shut, let me tell you. Yes, homemade nuggets are a lot of work compared to ripping open a plastic bag, but they’re worth it. And I usually make a large batch and freeze some.
I mean, it’s not like I make my own hot dogs, for crying out loud.
Anyway, here’s how I make my nuggets:
- cut chicken breast into pieces
- coat in flour
- dip in egg wash–this is my one exception to my ironclad rule to never pair chicken and eggs in the same meal, which is just creepy
- coat in panko, which are special Japanese breadcrumbs that make things especially crispy. I don’t know how they do it, but from what I know of the Japanese, I imagine robots are involved
- Fry in vegetable oil until golden brown
- Enjoy.
I can wrap shit in lettuce just like P.F. Chang (who I suspect is fictional anyway). Where's my restaurant chain?
Thai Basil Chicken
½ pound ground chicken (I made my own, using my Vitamix. Not to brag or anything)
1 shallot or small onion, chopped
1 clove garlic, minced
3 T fish sauce
1 T soy sauce
1 T brown or raw sugar
minced Thai chilies*, Sriracha or hot pepper flakes, to taste
1 bunch Thai basil
cooked jasmine rice
large, wrap-like lettuce leaves
Heat coconut or olive oil in a large skillet or (preferably; ask me how I know) wok. Stir fry the onion and garlic until fragrant; add the chicken. Cook, breaking up the chicken into pieces, until the chicken is no longer pink. Add the sauces, sugar and source of hotness and stir-fry for a minute. Add the basil; stir and fry until the basil is wilted.
Serve with rice or in lettuce wraps.
*be careful with those little buggers. I mean it.
Nicole Shein 
What darlings those chicks are!
I’m totally on a mission to find myself some lime basil next summer. That and sour cherries. I had my first lemon basil this summer and it was an interplanetary experience. So good.
We have two sour cherry trees in our backyard. My husband likes to make a thin jam/sauce with it, and eat it on everything from toast to ice cream. Me, I’m more the jalepeno-cherry jam type. Would love to try to make a cherry wheat beer one of these years, too!
here i am, days after this post, washing the dishes; i made a big pot of jewish penicillin last night and left the pot soaking (i know, i know…). as i washed, i was thinking of all the ways i would enjoy soup this week – some of it i will freeze as cubes, some as plain consume, and then i thought, oh, i’ll make stracciatella! and then i thought, oh my goodness, does nick not eat stracciatella, because it breaks her iron clad rule?? and then i was sad. and then i decided to share. now i’m going to poach an egg and find some spinach.