Easy Weeknight Dinners: Chicken and Bacon Fried Rice

Chicken and Bacon Fried Rice. Heather Platt

Chicken and Bacon Fried Rice. Heather Platt

The first time I ate homemade fried rice I was in awe. A college friend whipped it up in her tiny kitchen for a group of hungry youths and I was mesmerized not just because I thought it was difficult to make, but because it tasted so much better than any fried rice I’d encountered in my two decades of life. Granted, I grew up in Vermont; a place probably not best known for its fried rice. But in any case, this college dorm version was far more delicious than the super greasy, overly salty, soy-saucy “Eggroll House” kind.

That particular friend had grown up making fried rice with her mom the way I grew up making buttermilk pancakes with maple syrup with mine. It was in her wheelhouse and it was not in mine. For this reason, I’d never attempted it until now. While recently dog-sitting for a friend, I noticed she had left me a note about some “old rice” she’d left in the fridge specifically for me to make fried rice. I had no choice. It was time to face my fears.

It turns out, we should always face our fears. At least when it comes to cooking. Because this turned out so scrumptious that I regretted waiting so long to make it and decided to blog about it so as not to forget the recipe. I contemplated if it would be okay to make fried rice for dinner two, three, four maybe even five nights in a row as it was all I wanted to think about eating forevermore.

The best part about this recipe: it’s a throw together whatever’s in the fridge, super cheap weeknight meal. Which, in my opinion are always the best kind. Just don’t wait another decade to make it.

Enjoy!

Heather

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Chicken and Bacon Fried Rice 

Serves 2

  • 6 boneless, skinless chicken thighs
  • 5 cloves garlic, (2 minced, 3 crushed)
  • 1/4 cup low-sodium soy sauce
  • 2 tablespoons brown sugar
  • 8 scallions, thinly sliced
  • 1/4 cup plus 1tablespoon vegetable oil
  • 4 large eggs
  • 2 thick-cut slices applewood smoked bacon, thinly sliced
  • 1 small white onion, chopped
  • 1 large carrot, diced
  • 3 cups cooked white rice
  • kosher salt and cracked black pepper, to taste

Place the chicken thighs in a sealable plastic bag. Using a meat-mallet, pound to 1/2 thickness. Place the crushed garlic, soy sauce, brown sugar, a small handful of sliced scallions and 1 tablespoon vegetable oil to the bag. Seal the bag and give it a shake to coat all of the chicken. Set aside to marinate. Before cooking remove two of the thighs from the bag and cut into 1-inch cubes.

In a large skillet, heat 2 tablespoon oil over hight heat. Season the whole chicken thighs generously with salt and pepper. Using tongs, place them in the hot skillet and cook until dark brown on each side and cooked through, about 3 minutes per side.

In large cast-iron skillet heat 2 tablespoons oil over medium heat. Crack the eggs into a separate bowl and then add them to the skillet. Using a rubber spatula move the eggs around so they become lightly scrambled. When the eggs are cooked but still a little runny, remove them from the skillet and set aside.

Turn the heat up to high and add the bacon to the pan. When the fat begins to render, add the cubed chicken. onion and carrot. Cook, stirring often for about 4-5 minutes. When the onion begins to soften and become translucent and the chicken is cooked through, turn the heat down to medium and add the minced garlic. Cook for one minute, stirring constantly before adding the cooked rice and remaining sliced scallions. Stir the rice to heat it and coat it with all of the flavors in the pan. Add the egg and stir to incorporate it into the fried rice.

Serve the fried rice alongside the whole chicken thighs.

Enjoy!

Heather

Chicken and Bacon Fried Rice. Heather Platt

Chicken and Bacon Fried Rice. Heather Platt

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Backyard Bounty: Avocado-Cilantro Dressing

Avocado Cilantro Dressing. Photo Credit: Heather Platt

Avocado Cilantro Dressing. Photo Credit: Heather Platt

When you live in Los Angeles, you end up talking about living in Los Angeles a lot. I have begun many sentences with “Only in LA…” when discussing the traffic, the weather, the drought, the pending doom of an earthquake and the expensive real estate. It’s all very exciting, as if we are on some special island separated from the rest of the world where our daily lives are so interesting and unique that we discuss the ins and outs of freeway routes, celebrity sightings, water conservation techniques and preferred farmers markets on a regular basis.

One of my all-time favorite “Only in LA” moments occurred recently while enjoying a backyard barbecue at some friends’ east side home. I looked up to see the most resplendent avocado tree towering over us and hundreds of avocados dangling about. Our friends explained that they had been house hunting for months, but when they beheld the magnificent tree they knew it was the right home. The tree was so splendid that the wizened tree doctor they hired after moving in graciously thanked them, “Thank you for letting me touch your tree, I would be happy to come back and touch your tree any time.”

I could not think of a better reason to buy a house.  Needless to say, I left that barbecue with a canvas bag so full of avocados I could hardly lift it. For a week or two the hard green fruits sat in a bowl on my kitchen counter. Though unready to eat, I felt comfort knowing they were there. This bounty ensured survival should that earthquake hit.

Eventually they ripened and I discovered that avocados are impossible to tire of. They’re good on everything: piled on toast and eggs for breakfast, slathered on sandwiches, salads or chicken. But out of fear of not making my way through all of them before passing their prime, I whipped up this easy and delicious avocado dressing to be tossed with greens, vegetables and more avocados, obviously.

Enjoy!

Heather

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Crucial Condiments: Spicy Red Harissa

Spicy Red Harissa. Photo Credit: Heather Platt

Spicy Red Harissa. Photo Credit: Heather Platt

When I was a little girl my family moved to Texas for two years. My father was an engineer for IBM, which I later came to realize stood for “I’ve Been Moved” rather than “International Business Machines.” We moved five time before I entered Kindergarten. The normal reaction to this is not positive. “How terrible to uproot families!” Friends of my parents would say. But I remember those years as exciting adventures that the Platt family embraced with nothing short of enthusiasm. We built a pool to entertain ourselves (and survive the 110 degree summers). It was the mid 1980s so my dad bought a shiny red Mazda RX-7 sports car, the first car to have a “compact disc player,” pop-up headlights, and vanity plates that read “Platt” to match the flashiness of the setting and the era. We would speed to Baskins Robbins in that car, making sharp turns and  blasting Whitney Houston’s latest album. I was four and would sit in the passenger seat (pre-car seat regulations I guess) and my dad would let me shift the gears as the shiny red car sped up and slowed down. Texas was awesome. But one of the many things our stint in Austin exposed our quintet of rural Vermonters to, in addition to big hair and shiny cars, was spicy food. My brother and sister and I were so fascinated by it that we would gather with our next door neighbor and have spicy salsa eating contests. Whoever could withstand the most heat won.  The native Texans always triumphed. And though my parents never really developed a love, much less any tolerance for spice; my brother and sister and I took it with us for life. Harissa has nothing to do with Texas…except that it’s supposed to be spicy. And for those who never broke in their spice tolerance with salsa eating contests, it’s easily adjusted for the faint-of-spice, use less cayenne and few jalapeños.  Harissa is a Tunisian condiment that is good on EVERYTHING.  I love brushing it onto grilled chicken thighs. It’s great on roasted carrots. Serve it with meat, fish, rice or couscous. Your dinner guests will become obsessed and the conversation at the table will be about nothing but the creamy spicy red sauce. After a recent dinner party my friend sent me a text that read, “Harissa is my new ketchup.” That’s quite an upgrade if you ask me. Enjoy! Heather

Harissa. Photo Credit: Heather Platt

Harissa. Photo Credit: Heather Platt

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More Cheese Please: Vermont Cheddar and Leek Soup

Vermont Cheddar and Leek Soup. Photo: Heather Platt

Vermont Cheddar and Leek Soup. Photo: Heather Platt

“Isn’t it funny how we all remember Vermont?” Said Nana into the land line phone in her nursing home apartment.

I’d called  her to tell her that her famous Limpa Bread recipe and the guidance she’d given me over the phone the day before had lead to the most perfect batch yet. So perfect that two entire loaves of the crusty, soft, brown goodness seemed to have already disappeared from our countertop. Mysterious, I know.

Nana was pleased. “Mmmm.” She said, imagining she could taste it too. “It’s the best warm, with butter…” she specified trailing off in thought into the fantasy of Limpa deliciousness.  And then it occurred to me. That’s where this came from. This utter obsession with achieving maximum deliciousness, the utmost joy from watching someone happily devour the food you made. I got that from Nana.

“Oh no, I never bothered with any recipes at the restrunt.” She answered after I inquired about the menu items at her and my late-grandfather’s Vermont eatery.

“How did you make everything?” I was blown away. The woman owned, managed and cooked, from scratch with apparently no guidance, everything on the menu at “Bischoff’s Restaurant.” In the 1940s and 50s, hungry skiers  and locals alike piled into cozy wooden benches to enjoy her cooking.

“I just made it and tasted as I went along.” She said matter-of-factly. “Have you ever made my split pea soup? I wrote it down for you somewhere.” I will get that recipe as soon as possible. But until then, this Vermont Cheddar soup will have to do. And it does.

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Cooking with an Idiot: Steak with Chimichurri Sauce

Daniel is a genius. It’s also a bit of a miracle that we’re still friends considering after arriving at NYU from Vermont in the fall of 2000, I thought it was okay to wear my brown corduroy overalls to orientation. Daniel, who isn’t shy about his opinions, later admitted to having “judged me harshly” for the poor fashion choice. I’ve had classmates express vague recollections of what they remember as ‘a bear costume’ when they first met me.  I cringe realizing that it was actually those beloved overalls. Thankfully Daniel isn’t shallow and his first impression quickly subsided and fourteen years of friendship continues.

Some of the many stories I want to tell about Daniel include: his unlikely and very brave day on September 11, 2001, his hilarious experience as a rebellious second grader in Santiago, Chile and his stranger-than-fiction roommate in Madrid. But these are long, precious to me (and probably him), and beside the point. So I thought we could sum it all up with a couple of lists.

Things Daniel is good at:

1. Being a best friend. I had my heart broken for the first time during my Freshman year of college. As a result, I cried while in rest pose during yoga class (If you’re in drama school at NYU, you take yoga for credit, naturally.) While the tears streamed down my face onto my mat, arms stretched down my sides in proper Savasana, I felt a hand tap the top of mine, comfortingly.  Daniel on the mat next to me remained still but had reached out his arm just enough to tell me it was all going to be okay. And it was.

2. Writing stories.

3. Making me laugh so hard I can’t breath.

4. Planning trips to the beach. One time on a drive to Malibu, Daniel seemed so unnaturally euphoric  that I became sincerely suspicious and  had to ask if he had taken something.  “No! I just LOVE the beach.”

Things Daniel isn’t good at:

1. Math. Considering his genius in all other areas, this caught me off guard once in a New York City taxi cab. When I exited the yellow vehicle and realized Daniel hadn’t gotten out, I peeked back in to see him with one hand flexed, pushing down on the top of his head in utter confusion as if the pressure on his skull would somehow work as a calculator for computing taxi cab tip amounts.

2. Cooking.  “Is there enough for a hungry Dan?” He used to ask when I offered him whatever cafeteria-alternative I had cooked up in my dorm for my roommates.  “Mmm…it’s a revelation.” He has said with wide eyes while chomping down on corn on the cob with miso butter at my house. “I’m savoring every bite.” He has explained while my husband and I notice that we’re eating embarrassingly faster than him. The compliments certainly make me love cooking for Daniel. But when it comes to his own skills…He has a thing or two to learn. So we made this video.

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Just Can’t Get Enough: Teriyaki Chicken with Momofuku’s Pickled Vegetables

Teriyaki Chicken with Momofuku's pickled vegetables. Photo Credit: Heather Platt

Teriyaki Chicken with Momofuku’s pickled vegetables. Photo Credit: Heather Platt

If you’ve ever dined at any one of the variety of restaurants in David Chang‘s empire, you know that he  always does it right.  I have had the Momofuku cookbook for many years. And as much as I have treasured it and taken pride in the fact that I frequented the original East Village noodle bar when it first opened around the corner from my apartment, I have been wary of the cookbook.  The photographs are stunning but the myriad of new ingredients and daylong preparations, though salivating, had me resorting back to my usual books.

But a recent pickle obsession has made me revisit the lovely wood and peach covered volume. Despite previously embarking on the art of Japanese pickles, I just couldn’t stop thinking about them, or more accurately, how to make them better. Sure enough on page 66, there is a recipe called “Vinegar Pickles, Master Recipe.” For some reason the words “master recipe” just made me SO happy. It’s like I could hear David Chang’s voice speaking to me “Look no further Heather, you have found the ONLY pickle recipe you will ever need.” I felt confident that it would be. And it is.

Teriyaki chicken is not in the Momofuku cookbook. This is my quick and easy weeknight  recipe for the busy home cook. Serve it with those Momofuku master pickles and it will not disappoint.  The pickles can be made up to a month in advance or served immediately. Chang recommends up to a week for “optimum flavor.”

Enjoy!

Heather

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What’s Piroshki? Helen Mirren’s Cabbage Pie

Cabbage piroshki. Photo Credit: Heather Platt

Cabbage piroshki. Photo Credit: Heather Platt

 

Pirozhki. Photo credit: Heather Platt

Piroshki. Photo credit: Heather Platt

A few months ago, I had the privilege of interviewing Helen Mirren about her role in the film The Hundred Foot Journey. All lovers of food and France should see this film immediately. I must warn you, however, that it will make you want to get on a plane and fly there immediately. It is a love story that focuses on the way in which food conjures up memories and emotions. So during my four minutes with Dame Mirren, I couldn’t help but wonder what dish brought up memories to her. When Helen answered, “My mother’s piroshki.” I was completely fascinated. I had never heard of this, much less tasted it. She went on to describe the warm cabbage pie that she enjoyed during her childhood.

Pirozhki dough. Photo Credit: Heather Platt

Piroshki dough. Photo Credit: Heather Platt

I would never think to make Russian cabbage pie for myself. It sounds labor intensive and strangely daunting. However, I’m not sure if it’s the way Helen Mirren explained  it so deliciously with pure nostalgia in her eyes or the fact that I simply want to eat something that Helen Mirren ate, but I couldn’t help but grow hungry for it too. And seeing as I am part-Russian, my grandfather changed his name from Harold Plotnski to Arnold Platt, (not joking)I felt for the first time that I was connecting with my Russian heritage, surrounded by flour and potatoes while the smell of caraway seeds wafted through my house. Oh, and it tasted really good too!

Enjoy!

Heather

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