I was returning home from walking my baby sister to her piano lesson when I saw a strange truck parked in our August I noticed our neighbor, Ginny, sitting outside on her front porch a little early today. It told me that the truck belonged to someone identified with a peek through the window.
I just made up my mind that one of my uncle and aunt bought a new vehicle until I reached the kitchen door. There is right opposite my aunt Nita that file! Standing there with my mouth wide open, and eyes as big as golf balls bulging out of my head I was asking if I was not going to say hello. I do not know his name, but as I have not been properly introduced. I still remember his face from the old photo album that was held by some family photos of him and Aunt Nita on their wedding day, as well as other pictures of them and their only son. Every time he caught Aunt Nita looking at this album, I would, out of curiosity to seek the name of the man. Every time I was answered with "that fraud." I'm namage "Hello Sir ."
Aunt Nita was in the process and told him that he is certainly welcome to come to town and visit their new grandson (who lived three blocks away), however, next time my dad, or anyone else in the house invited him to dinner, she will be warned ahead of time. She then proceeded to tell him that he could go back out onto the porch and wait for the people to dinner is served!
When I was finally able to speak I asked about what we are preparing for dinner. I was taken aback when Aunt Nita replied, "Cheatin 'Chicken". What's Cheatin 'Chicken I asked. So this is what you do when you are trying to make a white wine chicken, but you have to use a white sauce from a jar, add a glass of white wine and some other spices and call it good! Needless to say, I did not ask any other questions about the evening meal. My job was to peel the vegetables, heat the rolls, and make sure that there will be plenty of ice tea. Oh yeah, I've set the table too.
As usual, Aunt Nita received a raving review of its white wine chicken that night. She and I just looked at each other, then to my total amazement, said that Mr. setting opposite the table from her, "I thought that you will enjoy this, Jim, it's called cheatin 'chicken, you know what they say, birds of a feather ... At this point, my grandfather, along with other family members (including Aunt Nita), burst out laughing. Jim face turned three shades of red, laughed and kept on eating.
Fake Chicken is the most sincere best white wine chicken you'll ever hang on the lips, and my dimples had a chance to dance over the years every time I made this awesome opportunity meal for my family.
Cheatin 'chicken
1 large fryer (3 pounds or more) cut up, washed and drained
1 / 2 c. flour
1 / 4 C. Canola Oil
salt and pepper to taste
1 clove garlic (minced)
2 cups sliced mushrooms
1 / 2 cup dry white wine
1 C. of your favorite Alfredo sauce from a jar
1 / 2 tsp. ground ginger
1 T. chopped fresh parsley
Heat oil in large heavy skillet. Coat chicken with flour. Place chicken in skillet until brown, salt and pepper to taste. Brown the chicken about 12 minutes. Add garlic, mushrooms, and ginger in a pan, scraping pan bottom well. Let cook for about two minutes. Add white wine and Alfredo sauce. Stir well. Turn heat setting to medium low and simmer 25 minutes. (If you want champagne slow cooking) Stir frequently. Place chicken on a platter. Spoon sauce over chicken. Top with chopped fresh parsley before serving.
from the collection "Tastebud Tidbits" Joyce M. Edwards
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