Channeling Martha

I meant to do some urban explorations this weekend but I had a bad case of the Lifetime movie marathon and, you know what, I don't regret a moment of butt-glued-to-couch.

In an effort to do something I put on my Martha hat and took to the kitchen. I'm always tempted on Sundays to cook up a HUGE amount pasta with savory and cheesy things all mixed up in there, but since R is away I thought better of that gorge-fest of an idea.

Big M. made these guys look pretty spectacular



and since she threw in the word 'Light' it was clear to me that I would actually lose weight by eating these cheesy pups.

I was first told to throw the (ew) raw chicken into (what?!) salted boiling water. Ugh, that seems all terribly unsanitary and, really, only 12 minutes hanging out in that salmonella-laden water? I didn't trust that one bit so I kept that chicken cooking in that bath for, ohhh, 20 minutes.

Then Martha had me shred those guys, which, I will say, is a bitch of a task. My face is being steamed over this hot chicken air and I'm sweating beneath my sweatshirt because the oven is heating and I left the stove on (cause I'm not SUPERwoman) and my hands ache with the awkward grip I have on the forks.

On the plus side, I got to meet canned chipotles in adobe sauce for the first time - that was a messy treat.



And thus the adobe sauce with too much flour



met with the pulled chicken, which got wrapped up like kiddies in little whole wheat blankets.



Though I was all to conservative with the portions in the beginning so my last blanket bundle was on steroids.

All into the pan they go



top with (fancy) Montery Jack cheese



Let the oven do its magic and enjoy the slightly burnt, spicy dinner.



Voila!



Indeed.

xoxoL