Smothered. Someone or something covered entirely. Drenched, drowned. Comforted.
This is how chicken should be.
With bacon on top.
Obligatory green veg on the side. Or not.
I’m in the zone. You know the one. I want all the foods saucy, sloppy and over a starch. Food that sits a little heavy in your belly, anchoring you to the change in seasons and the world.
Or at least adhering to your ass until the next trip to the gym.
This Smothered Chicken fits the bill and is still quick enough for…