I have a hangup when it comes to meat, so I'm pretty selective when I try new recipes. Last night, I tried something that I had found a few weeks ago, and had really ben looking forward to it. It's coconut chicken, which I thought had a lot of promise.
You cut chicken breasts into strips, dredge them in flour, then dip them in a mixture of coconut milk and eggs before dredging them again in a mix of panko crumbs and shredded coconut. The whole mess is pan fried, and then dipped in a sweet thai chili sauce. I thought it was going to be great.
It looked good, right up until I took the first bite. Then, I realized that the coconut milk and egg mixture was still a little gooey, and the coconut/panko mixture (which burned really easily) gave the whole thing a texture as though I was chewing through gristle. It made me gag. Thinking about it makes me gag.
The recipe called for 2 pounds of chicken. Thank goodness I didn't have that much, and that I cooked things in batches, so I only wasted two chicken breasts. I hate to say it, but there's no way I can eat what I did cook. Dinner last night ended up to be a PBJ sandwich, and I seriously think it might be another month before I attempt to eat meat again.