Not the actual chicken I used.
Once again, I have failed to take a picture of the finished product, so look at this here chicken and use your imagination.
My dad makes a mean chicken biryani. I was visiting home one day, chowing down on some delicious chicken, asking him how he made it.
“Couldn’t be simpler,” he said. He gave me detailed directions, explaining how you mix the paste with a certain amount of water and rub the mixture all over the chicken before cooking it over the stove. He even offered to give me a bottle of biryani paste so I could try it myself, and I gratefully took him up on it. It certainly sounded easy!
Well, as you know by now, just because a recipe isn’t complicated doesn’t mean I won’t find a way to make it so. I have a tendency to make things harder for myself, usually by not following directions, or not being literate, or forgetting how important eggs are…et cetera. That sort of awesome stuff.
It might have helped if I’d have, you know, written down the directions my dad gave me. Yup.
So I kind of winged it. It’s a good thing I didn’t take a picture of the finished product, because it was not pretty. It was the most un-biryani-looking chicken to have ever been biryanied. It tasted okay, though. Greg was a good sport about the whole thing and to this day insists it was delicious. I think that’s a charitable thing to say.
(Sorry Dad! Next time I’ll listen better!)
Oh yeah, the basmati rice…I made it out of a bag. It was yummy and not challenging at all.
Let’s give this dinner four noms for taste (per Greg) and two noms for the fact that I’m not entirely sure I actually made biryani chicken. We’ll call it three noms overall. Sound fair? NOM NOM NOM.
