What can you do with a pound of chicken, some leftover spaghetti sauce, a can of artichokes, an onion, a few carrots and a couple potatoes? You can make deep-dish chicken, that’s what — a multi-layered one-pot chicken-and-vegetable dish where everything cooks together.
We all need a few of these one-dish wonders up our culinary sleeves for days when dinner seems like a very daunting task indeed. I feel overwhelmed at least four nights a week. (Friday night is frozen pizza night and Saturday and Sunday nights are usually some combination of crackers, cheese, fruit and popcorn. We’re very sophisticated around here. And don’t judge me for the pizza.)
My point is, even for someone like me who enjoys cooking and allegedly knows a few things — a very few, I assure you — about how to make things tasty, dinner can be a chore. Once I’m actively engaged in the chopping of vegetables and the boiling and the sauteeing and the seasoning and the baking, I feel great. I’m in the zone. It’s the thinking about having to do it that’s the problem. It’s those moments when my workday is winding down and I’m coming into the kitchen and taking stock of ingredients that I feel inadequate for the task at hand.
I start to reminisce about the early days of our marriage, when I’d come home from work, toss my keys and purse on the table and do nothing more complicated than make toast. Even scrambling an egg was too ambitious. My husband didn’t care two hoots and would make himself a baloney sandwich or heat up a box of frozen pasta. We’d watch reruns on TV and talk about our plans for the weekend. It was responsibility-free bliss, but we didn’t know it at the time, caught up as we were in our rather adorable efforts to pretend that we were adults and not just a couple of big kids.