T'eyla Minh (teylaminh) wrote,
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Recipe; Work Annoyance

My life revolves around food and work. Sounds about right.

Chicken Kiev

I didn't know what to do for dinner last night and had a load of breadcrumbs in the cupboard that needed using, so decided to have a go at this. All the recipes online involved some level of frying (entirely deep-frying it or shallow-frying to brown off) but I figured there HAD to be a better way. ;)

Ingredients

2x medium-sized chicken breasts
2x garlic cloves, crushed/finely chopped
3tbsp butter (room temperature)
1tsp dried chopped parsley
2x good handfuls breadcrumbs (probably 2-3 slices of bread if making your own)
1x egg, beaten
1tsp dried mixed herbs

Method

Pre-heat oven to 200C / gas mark 6.

In a small bowl, mix the butter, garlic and parsley to form a smooth paste.

Using a sharp, short knife, cut a slit into the widest part of the chicken breast, being careful not to cut all the way through. Make it big enough to insert half of the butter mixture. Insert the butter into the slit using a spoon and push it inside with your thumb so that it fills any crevices. Ideally there should be just enough meat left to cover it back over without any of the butter poking out.

Beat the egg in a bowl. In another bowl, mix together the breadcrumbs and herbs.

Dunk the chicken into the egg and then roll in the breadcrumbs, ensuring a good coverage. Repeat the process if you have to.

Place the kievs onto a lightly greased baking tray and cover in foil. Bake for 15 minutes covered (middle shelf), then remove the foil and bake for a further 15 minutes until golden brown.

We had this with potato wedges (again home made - boiled for about 10 mintues and then roasted in oil flavoured with garlic powder, asafoetida, dried herbs and a little ground chilli) and my infamous broccauli mash, as it had been a while. Mmm, tasty. The kievs were much nicer than shop-bought, and pretty easy to make with very little faffing.

And here's a work thing. The other WPO's have not moved downstairs yet; apparently the timeframe is now Monday afternoon. Two of the Clericals are also moaning about being moved and that has put a halt to the proceedings somewhat. Anyway, that's beside the point.

I took an amendment upstairs earlier for Chatty. She had actually gone home, according to Moany. She saw that I was giving Chatty and amendment, and rather than, say, offer to do it for her, she said, "Ooh, should that go in the tray?" (this seems to be a new system that no-one's told me about...). Forgetful then muttered something incomprehensible, so I took it back downstairs to do it myself. It would have been quicker to do that in the first place, if I'd known that Chatty had gone (this is the second time she's buggered off at lunchtime and we've not been told).

On relating this tale to Noor later on, I learned the following tidbit about Chatty: apparently when she gets "fed up" she will merely book a half-day's leave there and then, and GO HOME.

It's nice that she has that much leave lying around to waste on going home early...

GOOD GOD, WOMAN. If you are 'fed up' in your job you know full well what the solution is!

She's close to retirement age now anyway (apparently she already picks up her pension in addition to working part-time here) so I wish she'd just bloody well retire already and save herself the bother. It's not like she's especially productive when she's here anyway. Wow. If I went home every time I was "fed up" I would barely be at work! (Last week I would probably have been there a total of three hours.)

Am I the only person living in the real world? It feels like it, sometimes. I think I'm the only grown up. This floor-moving debacle is going down like a lead balloon, according to one of West's fee earners, with everyone moaning about the desks being too small and not wanting to move and not liking South Team and boo hoo hoo whinge whinge moan. What are you, twelve? Just pack your shit up and move; the less you argue the quicker it will be, and we're moving to a new building this year anyway, so where you sit for the next few months doesn't matter.

SIGH.

At least it's nearly Friday. Paul and I had an impromptu pub lunch today as we had to get a birthday card for Andrea (she's 40 tomorrow), and we both had the Windsor's lovely roast beef BBQ sandwiches (perfectly-cooked tender roast beef with red onion and BBQ sauce, on granary bread, served with roasties and gravy). Quite stuffed now, though, so we're having a light dinner of tuna steak with broccoli and cauliflower and possibly celeriac mash if I can find one anywhere... I do find it strange that celeriac apaprently tastes "bland" compared to celery; personally I would have said it tastes "better". :P
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