My hubby was watching a recipe demonstration for Aussie Chicken.
"This looks interesting." I looked at the finished product.
"What does it have in it?"
"Chicken, bacon, honey mustard, mushrooms, and cheese." We had all those things in the kitchen.
"How did they make it?"
"They browned the chicken, cooked the bacon, sauteed the mushrooms, draped the bacon over the chicken, poured the honey mustard over the top, added the mushrooms and cheese and baked the whole thing in the oven."
"We're having Aussie Chicken for breakfast."
I went into the kitchen and started preheating the oven. I put equal portions of honey and mustard into a bowl and zapped them for 30 seconds while acquiring the other ingredients. The honey was no longer crystallized and they mixed together nicely. I drizzled olive oil in a skillet and started browning the leftover chicken thigh on one side and cooking the mushrooms on the other. When I deemed them cooked enough, I removed them and fried the bacon in the same skillet. While the bacon was frying, I put the chicken in the center of a small cast iron skillet and coated it with honey mustard to stick the bacon to it. I draped the bacon over, added more honey mustard glue and stuck on the mushrooms. The rest of the honey mustard went over the whole thing, and shredded mozzarella topped it off. I popped it into the preheated oven.
Twenty minutes later, we ate Aussie chicken for breakfast. I was an interesting combination of things I don't usually mix together, and tasted good. My husband is the world's greatest sport. When he cooks, he makes a special trip to the store to buy ingredients. He prints the recipe out, and follows the instructions slavishly, often taking the better part of the afternoon. His meals are always special. I, however, fly by the seat of my pants. From the time he watched the video to the time the last of the breakfast dishes went into the dish drainer was a total of 45 minutes.
