Chicken New Orleans

    Everyone who knows me knows that food is one of my favorite topics. More specifically healthy foods and food allergies, because my as my friends have told me, I can't eat anything and they will draw me a map to the nearest bridge. They are very supportive. There is a terrible disconnect in this day and age between what people think they are eating and what they are actually eating.
   My own father didn't realize that Aunt Jemima's pancake mix contained milk. They're literally labelled, "Buttermilk" pancakes. Did he think that was for show? He explained to me no you just add water. Again, another sigh. The water re-activates the evaporated milk to give you buttermilk or at the very least milk pancakes. It does other things too of course, but nothing else that affects any of the big 8.
     I can go on and on about the subject of allergies and will do so in another post. This post is going to be short since it's past midnight and I'm quite tired from the long hours I've been putting in at work this week. I decided to try my hand at one of my mother's favorite dishes. Chicken Fricassee. I promptly went to work measuring ingredients only to discover I'd forgotten to get half of them.        
    Quickly I turned my vision to another path. What better than chicken and gravy? My chicken thighs were cooking, she told me later I had not cooked them right anyway, I cooked them first to make sure they were cooked through. I was supposed to cook them in the broth till they fell apart. Oh well, I added the chicken broth once I was sure my thighs were cooked through. *Note to self, look for thighs without bones.*

    I quickly added 1/4 cup of butter, something around 2 1/3 broth, 1/3 cup of gluten free flour, spinach, onions, 1/3 cup of heavy cream, and a splash of white wine. I also threw in Italian Spice (just whatever was in the bottle oregano, thyme, ect), Cayenne, Pepper, tons of Garlic, and Adobo. What I came up with was a dish less like my mother used to eat, and more like a dish I loved as a child. It was called Chicken New Orleans and the Outback Steakhouse stopped making it years ago. So, success? It was a good dinner, and next time I'll make sure I have everything to make a real dish from the past.