I’ve been craving this particular recipe for a while, but good chicken doesn’t come cheap in this town.
My oldest brother Kristopf lived in Japan for about five years. During that time he was pretty miserly with his money, ate a lot of mayonnaise and rice, and wasn’t too inventive in the kitchen.
One of his staples during this time that did survive his return to North America and subsequent new appreciation for food is something I like to call Man Chicken. I once cornered him into giving me the recipe, which takes up about two lines in my magic book and has no real exact measurements in it, just ‘some’ and ‘a bit’. It’s a recipe after my own heart.
With a sharp knife, slice 2 boneless, skinless chicken breasts (or 4 boneless, skinless, chicken thighs) into 1″ strips and remove excess fat and gristle.
Put the strips in a bowl and add 2-3 teaspoons minced ginger (comes in jar, just like garlic), 4 tablespoons or so rice vinegar, and 4 tablespoons or so soy sauce. Kristopf prefers the Japanese brands of these kind of things, but he’s a bit of a snob. Stir it up, cover it, and put it in the fridge to marinate for a little while.
Toss the contents of your bowl, chicken and marinade, into a pan and sauté until chicken is cooked through.
Serve over rice. We ate it with steamed baby spinach. Blamo kablam.
3 thoughts on “MAN CHICKEN”
I think “blamo kablam” should from now on be your celebrity chef catchphrase.
I have been using it often. Even at work.
Thx. Solved my dinner dilemma today!!