For those of you reading the blog today or following twitter, you know that I had an altercation with some chickens while attempting to save their lives form the mean streets of Waco. This has now branded me the “crazy chicken lady.” It all started when my husband noticed some ornamental chickens gone rogue in our neighborhood. I immediately thought they might belong to some newcomers to the neighborhood who built a very nice garden and chicken coop on their adjoining piece of land. We do live in the city, but as most of you “foodies” know, the trend these days is to have fresh non-chemically enhanced chickens/eggs. Even my neighbor and I have thought about the possibility of starting our own little coop but after today I have decided it’s probably not a good plan.
I came up with this bright idea that rescuing chickens would be easy and I could just walk over, pick them up in my arms and return them to their rightful owners. I live in a beautiful neighborhood, but there are stray dogs from time to time and if I rescued them I would be doing a good deed as well as maybe receiving a couple of fresh eggs in return. So, off I go on a chicken rescue mission while my husband walks with Mia to the next street to knock on the chicken owners’ door. Thinking I could just pick them up, I walked over to the four chickens and they immediately huddled in a group and ran about ten feet. I tried again and again and again until I realized I was a half mile away from the house and people were staring (whether at me or the chickens, I don’t know–but not only am I known as the weird Dallas girl that waves a lot; now I’ve added “crazy chicken lady” to the repertoire.) I decided to turn around and go back home. When Tim and Mia return they said no one was home but there were still some chickens in their yard. Well, I thought the neighborly thing was to at least leave a long detailed note about where their chickens were last seen and how I tried to rescue their chickens. So, I did.
As the late afternoon approaches and Mia and I are returning from the grocery store, I drive past the chicken owners’ house to see if anyone had returned home and they had. It looked like all of the chickens were back in their coops and happy. I turn the corner, and what do I see two blocks ahead of me? The band of chickens! They were out and this time I was going to get them. First of all, what was I thinking; and second of all, how did I plan to actually get them in my car?As I pulled up to the mischievous group not one of them flinched or ran. They knew what I was up to and they had a plan. I got out of the car and headed to the fattest one. The slowest. I knelt down in front of her holding my hand out like I had something good to eat. She crept closer and closer. My heart fluttered with the thought that I might actually capture the wild beast. Closer…Then suddenly my plan was unveiled and started to peck at me calling the rest of the group. All of the sudden a fury of feathers was coming my way and every dog on the block was barking. I think I actually screamed as I ran to my car with the evil chickens chasing me. I slammed the door and found safety in the car. I looked out the windshield to find that the chickens had gone back to pecking at the ground with a gleam of victory in their eyes.
I gave up. The chickens could get eaten by ravenous dogs. I didn’t care anymore. Finding humor in the whole situation I turned around to see if Mia had caught any of this and thankfully she was sound asleep in her car seat. Thank God she’s not old enough to remember this one! I turn the car around and head home.
Later that evening I ran into my next door neighbors and told them about the escaped convicts, leaving out all of the embarrassing details of course. Come to find out, those chickens weren’t even the new neighbors’ chickens! They belong to a home a couple of blocks from here and for years they have gotten out occasionally. No one seems to bother with it because they always find their way back home. Seriously?
The crazy waving chicken chasing lady strikes again. Thank you and goodnight Cumberland Avenue. I will for sure return to amuse you another day.
In honor of today’s festivities I have a recipe for you that coincidently has coincided with a large amount of poblano peppers I recently became in possession of (thanks, honey I had no clue what I was going to do with all of those until today.) Enjoy!
Chicken Stuffed Poblano Peppers serves 6; sorry, I had a lot of peppers
- 12 poblano peppers
- 1 pound ground chicken (turkey will work too)
- 1 Tbs of olive oil
- 1 onion, diced
- 3 cloves of garlic, minced
- 1 cup of frozen corn
- 2 cups of cooked brown rice
- 1 cup of shredded mozzarella cheese, I used reduced fat (a race weekend is coming up for the hubby)
- 1 cup shredded Monterey jack cheese, again I used reduced fat
- 2 cans of Salsa Verde, 7 oz each
- 1 Tbs cumin
- 1 Tbs chili powder
- 1/2 tsp salt
- 1/4 tsp ground pepper
- 1/2 cup fresh cilantro, chopped
Wash and dry peppers. Slice the tops off and remove the seeds. Place peppers on a sheet pan lined with foil. You can also place the tops of the peppers on sheet if you desire to plate them with the peppers. Lightly spray peppers with cooking spray or drizzle olive oil and sprinkle with salt. Place the peppers on the middle rack in the oven. Set to broil on high. Broil for 5 minutes and then turn peppers over and broil for another 5 minutes. Ovens vary so check the peppers often! You are looking for a slightly blistered skin and for the pepper to be pliable. Remove from oven and set aside.
Preheat oven to 350°
In a large skillet over medium high heat brown the chicken. When cooked through, remove and set aside an a large bowl.
In the same skillet add oil and saute onion and garlic over medium low heat until soft and onions are transparent. Add corn. When corn is warmed through turn off heat. Transfer sautéed onion and garlic to the bowl with the cooked ground chicken.
To the onion / chicken mixture add the remaining ingredients. Stir.
With a spoon, stuff the peppers tightly with this mixture.
Return stuffed peppers to sheet pan and place in oven for 25 minutes.
Revenge is sweet.
A very old box that my mother-in-law gave me filled with her and her mother’s art supplies recently. Do we even ship fresh iced chicken anymore? Because I know where to find some: