Yuck.

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.