Using what's in the fridge, vol 2

Cut up half an onion and some garlic. Put it in a pan with some hot olive oil and some Penzey's chicken taco seasoning. Added a little cayenne. Sauteed.

Put about three cups of stock in there, added a frozen chicken breast and let it poach. Shredded up the chicken, added a jar of salsa.

It makes a passable soup. Who knew?

Comments

Joe said…
Mmmm, sounds mighty tasty.

Last night I rubbed three chicken breastuhses with Tony Cachere's and grilled them. MizBubs picked some basil and rosemary, I heated some garlic in some olive oil and then threw the frozen broccoli florets I had in the freezer in with some spaghetti while it cooked, then we tossed the whole mess together.

Here's to using up what's left in the fridge!
9:05 pm
Melinda June said…
Well done, Bubses! This will be a regular feature going forward. Keep me posted on your achievements!
3:50 pm
Coaster Punchman said…
I was on board until the salsa. That sounded strange, but I'd try it if you made it.
3:35 am
Melinda June said…
Realistically, salsa is just tomatoes, chili, garlic, onion, cilantro and maybe a bit of citrus. It would have been better to use a fresh version of each of these, but I didn't have that.
6:00 am
Tenacious S said…
That would have caused a riot in my house, ultimately ending in my lynching. Sweetness might have eaten eat, Mr. Ten S would have complained and bink would have started stabbing me with his fork. Personally, I think it sounds kind of good.
10:30 am
lulu said…
I make something similar, only there is frozen corn and a can of black beans involved too.
12:10 pm
Doug said…
You should ask yourself, "Self, what would Jesus concoct?".
I imagine it would have been some tasty shit no matter what he thought up.
9:32 pm
Kireliols said…
Sorry, I think Husband is off his meds again...
I see he's been busy.
9:42 pm
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