My mission this weekend is clear: make a better, healthier version. Less frying, no breading, all the great spicy hotness. Less chili oil? Definitely. This version is practically floating in it. Seriously. Before eating it, I deconstructed it so I could attempt to guess at what spices where used. (Apparently I think I am a human mass spectrometer. Google it. Or better yet, just watch NCIS; Abby will enlighten you.) Anyway, I digress. Where was I? Oh yeah, deconstructing my food. I could see the chicken was practically infused with the chili oil. So that tells me I should probably marinate the chicken in some sort of chili type paste and/or liquid before cooking it.
Ooh, and I'll need a catchy name for it. I can't call it Spicy Thai Chicken. It's spicy but it's not Thai and, well, that name's already taken. But it needs a name that will reflect it's remarkable improvement. Yes, I have confidence in my abilities here! And after all, it WILL be better for me and a remarkable improvement for my health. Hmmmm . . . I'll rebuild it. Better, faster, stronger . . . THAT'S IT! I'll call it "Bionic Chicken." Better, healthier, hotter. OK, maybe not hotter because it's pretty darn spicy as it is, but at least as hot. Then I'll make about a week's worth of them, bring them to work and I won't have to worry about giving into my craving for its unhealthy version. YES!
Oh, and I probably shouldn't forget my carrots either. Crudites are always a good accompaniment.
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