So, this doesn’t happen to stubborn inflexible me too often, but every once in a while I come home thinking I am going to be making one thing for dinner and it ends up as another. I don’t ever stray TOO far afield — the ingredients generally stay the same – but occasionally they come together in a way that was, um, not the way I originally planned. That’s what happened to me tonight.
On the menu was sliced grilled chicken, with a creamy cheese polenta on the side, flavored with some fresh sage. I also had in the back of my mind that later this week I am going to be making a cold sesame noodle salad with shredded chicken, so my multi-tasking Plan was to grill enough chicken for both meals. Or to be totally accurate, my Plan was to ask my dashing Southern grill-loving husband to grill enough chicken for both meals. So far, so good.
Off he goes out to the grill, and in I stay to look over the polenta recipe (which he actually started to make before I got home. Have I mentioned lately that I am just CRAZY about this guy? I am.) It’s a basic polenta recipe — make the polenta, stir in cheese and butter and chopped sage, serve — and as I always do, I start envisioning how it is going to look on the plate. And…I got bored. I think I might have actually yawned. And then I started thinking — shredded chicken, shredded chicken. And what if I didn’t mix in all the cheese? and what if I didn’t mix in all the butter, but saved some for a tiny little sauce? And I wonder if there are any ice cream sandwiches in the freezer for dessert? Oh wait.
So, in comes helpful adorable Southern husband with the chicken, which he then offers to shred for me (why yes! thank you!), and it all started coming together in my mind. Nice pool of cheesy polenta on a round plate. Little mound of grilled, shredded chicken in the center. Fresh grated parmesan cheese on top of the chicken. Melted butter with chopped sage drizzled over the whole thing.
Now, THAT is not boring.
And yes, there are still some ice cream sandwiches in the freezer.