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::the recipe::

INGREDIENTS for Chicken Kiev:

• 5 whole chicken breasts, halved and boned
• Salt
• 1 heaping Tablespoon chopped green onion
• 1 heaping Tablespoon chopped parsley
• 1 stick butter, cut into 10 slices
• Flour
• 2 eggs, slightly beaten
• Dry bread crumbs

INGREDIENTS for Sour Cream Sauce:

• 1/2 cup sliced mushrooms
• 2 teaspoons butter
• 1 pint sour cream
• 1 Tablespoon chopped chives

TO PREPARE:

1. For the Chicken, place each piece of chicken, boned side up, between two pieces of Saran wrap. Working out from center, pound to form cutlets about 1/4-inch thick. Peel off Saran. Sprinkle with salt.
2. Combine green onion and parsley; sprinkle equal amounts on each cutlet.
3. Place slice of butter on each cutlet; roll as a jelly roll, tucking in ends of meat. Press to seal well.
4. Dust with flour; dip in beaten eggs; roll in bread crumbs.
5. Chill for at least 1 hour.
6. Fry in deep, hot fat (340 degrees) about 5 minutes or until golden brown.
7. Sour Cream Sauce may be served with chicken.

For the Sour Cream Sauce, saute mushrooms in butter. Add sour cream and chives. Heat thoroughly. Pour over, or serve with Chicken Kiev.

SERVINGS: 10 small

::the ‘rupe’::
tba

::the review:
tba

i’ve been receiving tonnes of junk email - that comes with the territory of having multiple work and personal email address. at work, i have 2 (one - my own company email, second - my client company email). personal?

lemme how many email accounts - hotmail (defunct), yahoo (used to be rocketmail), gmail, own (faramir.net), celcom.net.my, streamyx (never used), maxis.net.my (defunct too) - talk about baggage.. people hv emotional baggage.. i have internet baggage.

anywho, back to the point of this entry. so one of the more welcome junk emails are from the ppl who gives you servings of ‘Chicken Soup for The Soul’. not only do they provide the inspiring/touching/touchy-feely stories about humankind (and animalkind sometimes..) - they’ve also provided me with additional mailers containing recipes. some interesting, some definitely no-no (contain liqour or porcine)

me.. being a wannabe wife.. blom ada own house cannot just cook whatever i like la kan.. so i keep archiving those i deem worthy of me trying. but then, i’m losing all those emails in the ever-growing archive file.

so i hv decided to place them in my blog - under it’s own category. for future references, of course!

my future home gonna be so unwired technologically that i’d be able to just call up this blog from me own kitchen as reference for whipping up meals for the family.. howszat for ur mummy of tomorrow?

so gonna start of with a chicken recipe.

me other plan is - once i do get around to actually trying these out - i’d update it with prolly photos & review on the outcome. if it sucks - it may be more likely due to my haplessness in the kitchen and not the recipe itself. but practise makes perfect aye?

just hope i don’t accidently give amir & kya food poisoning

she’s crazy about pooh and the 100 acre woods family.

if she’s throwing a tantrum for whatever reason, could always count on her suddenly goin’ quiet once one of her pooh dvds is switched on.

last nite on disney channel, for the disney movies slot @ 7pm - they aired the tigger movie. we’ve never watched that one b4 and naturally she was hooked. since kya was otherwise occupied, i managed to cover quite a few chapters in the book i was currently reading (woe is me if i tried reading whilst she wants to play, the book/novel/magazine/paper will go flying across the room)

suddenly i noticed that she was exceptionally quiet. normally, you’d be able to see her excitedly jumping around to tigger or singing along or just making exclamations. tore my focus from the book & checked her out - she was hugging her knees while sitting infront of the telly and she also had one arm across her eyes. i thought she had fallen asleep - so much for tigger!

then i noticed her right eye blinking from under that arm. her expression was very solemn but still intent on the movie. swung my attention to what was currently happening - it was the part where tigger was out in a snowstorm trying to find his tigger family & the rest of the 100 acre wood gang was out looking for tigger - quite heartrending scene.

i pulled kya close & asked her what was wrong. her body suddenly started heaving from silent sobs. she was actually feeling quite devastated with the scene - she can’t stand if one of the characters is crying/sad/lost/miserable. had to hold her close and kept assuring her that everything will turn out ok. only when tigger started his trademark whoops (hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!!) did kya actually release her grip from around her knees.

whoaa… very sensitive la this lil miss kya of mine… gue pun rasa mau nangis sama

her fav song for now:

little mr roo
reaching for the moon
so many things you’ve got to do
and no time for dreaming…

last week i was a bit late for my aerobic class (yes!yes! i finally joined the darned gym that i’ve been meaning to since mid last year)… no, scrap that.. not a bit late.. i only manage to slither into the room 15 minutes into the class. Me being the ever-so-enthusiastic one just jumped into the whole chereography - and ended up with stitches in me tummy after 10 minutes.

yet, being a bit stubborn.. i continued the class until the very end - some 45 mins worth of it. needless to say, when i reached home, i ended up feeling sore all over.

this week, me a bit smarter. came in earlier. did me own warm-up & stretches. then joined the class ON TIME. and had the warm-up with the rest of the class. and surprise surprise, no major pain! you’d never know that i had been stepping hi-lo for 1 hr last nite - apart from the fact that i nodded off to sleep b4 10 pm (even before kakak)

Working so hard, every night and day
And now we get the pay back
Trying so hard, saving up the paper
Now we get to lay back
Working so hard, every night and day
And now we get the pay back, the pay back, the pay back

this song keep playin’ over & over in my mind.. can’t switch the darn song off!..

Cha-ching, cha-ching, we’re loaded and we’re not gonna blow it

we’ve yet to recover from deepa-raya-xmas-year-end-sale, now we’re being hit with ho-ho-fa-xai madness. i’ve spent god-knows-how-much (since i’ve sold my mini, am a bit behind on tracking my finances!) on clothes/sports attire/kya’s toys/books. not that i don’t buy em outside sale periods, it’s just that it seems like everytime i step into a department store, it’s in the middle of some sort of sale or another. i don’t even know the normal price of certain items.

glad tho that so far i’ve yet to regret any of my purchases (which i used to do earlier on in my working life - ah! the follies and foibles of youth!)

am still patiently waiting for the right time to get the mighty atom. then i can get back to knowing how big a hole i’m burning in my wallet.