Welcome to the first edition of PW (Pioneer Woman) Wednesdays! For the next two months, every other week I’ll be participating in this with some other lovely ladies (see the bottom of this post for their links) and we’ll be cooking and blogging about our experience with one of the recipes in Ree’s newest cookbook. Each week one of us will “host” the party and that’s where you’ll be able to find the recipe. The rest of us will be sharing our pictures and experiences which, if they’re anything like this first one, you’ll probably get a kick out of reading.
Julie was our first host and she started us off with these lovely fried chicken tacos. Sounds simple enough, right? Tacos…how hard can that be? Prep a bunch of fixins’ (I’m trying to channel my inner Oklahomian…), cook some meat, shred some cheese and throw some hot sauce on it all. Maybe some guac and sour cream if you’re feeling crazy. Done.
Yeah, right. That is until you throw the word “fried” in the title.
I actually had no intention of legitimately frying the tacos in the first place even though that’s what the recipe says. I like fried stuff as much as the next person but that step just seemed unnecessary and complicated. Also, I still haven’t figured out what to do with the half filled OJ container of grease from the sweet potato fritters last month. I don’t need to start stock piling waste oil in my kitchen. Unless it kills ants.
So, I decided to compromise and pan fry them instead. I confidently poured about 3-4 tablespoons of oil into the skillet, threw in the first still frozen corn tortilla and immediately jumped back as oil started splashing everywhere, spraying off the pan, hitting my bare arms. This is when I started screaming in pain from the oil burn but simultaneously went to grab the skillet to remove it from the heat and Ulysses just stared from 5 feet away drying dishes, watching me have a total freak out. I kind of just stood there for a good minute with the pan raised off the heat, outstretched in my hand with my body at a 45 degree angle from the stove trying to decide what to do. There were dishes everywhere from all the prep of the lettuce, tomatoes, cheese, chicken…and there was literally no place to put the damn oil spraying pan. So I threw it in the sink.
That was fun.
Attempt #2 involved much less oil, tortillas that had been defrosted (word to the wise oil + ice don’t really get along) and an apron.
Considering that was my experience with just the tortilla, I can’t imagine what it would’ve been like having tried to fry the tortilla actually stuffed with the chicken filling like the recipe says. I’ll pass on that adventure.
Despite the frying debacle, the taste was spot on. Chicken + green chiles alone is kind of an amazing combination so all trimmed up with your normal taco stuffers, you get quite the flavor profile going on.
And so I’m alive (barely) after round #1. From what I hear, everyone else had some experiences as well which makes me feel better. Hopefully, there won’t be anymore frying in future recipes. Got that ladies?
If you’ve got an apron and want to try these out, Julie is hosting the recipe this week.
You can check out everyone else’s experiences with the little devil tacos through these links:
Megan - Wannabe a Country Cleaver
Rachel - Baked by Rachel
Tina - My Life as a Mrs.
In light of this slight kitchen mishap, tell me your worst kitchen experience!