Because we need a break from cookies?
Look. I know the cookies are delicious. I know the pies are scrumptious. I know the cakes are glorious. I know the fudge is miraculous.
But Santa wanted me to let you know that it's HIS job to be huge and round and jolly and barely able to fit down the chimneys in a couple of nights – not ours.
But hark it up! I still fried the chicken, so it's still jovial and filled with holiday glee. But we serve it over spinach greens and under a light-and-bright and colorful apple and onion salsa. Santa approves of this message.
Your kiddies? Maybe not so much.
Okay! Start by making your salsa. Dice up a red and green apple. And some red onion. Toss it with some olive oil, lemon juice, honey and parsley! I want this salsa for the rest of my life.
Slice up a couple of chicken breasts into little strips. Or you could buy chicken tenders and save some time! SCIENCE.
Dip the chicken strips into an egg wash and then roll them around in some Progresso panko breadcrumbs.
Fried! I didn't show the actual frying because I'm a sissy when it comes to oil and I was scared.
Then you just arrange the chicken on top of some spinach and top it with the apple salsa and done. done. done.
So healthy! (minus the frying)
It's seriously good. Crispy, crunchy, Christmasy. Do it.
Bev even dipped her chicken in some bbq sauce because she be cray. For more musings, visit her blog Bev Cooks and her Tablespoon profile.