Last night’s dinner was one of those meals that starts with a vague idea
Tacos, with grilled chicken
and ends with something that was more fun to make and tasted better than I could ever have conceivably planned for.
The Husband, “I’ll throw the corn on the grill. Anything else?”
Me: “Uh, yeah…” (…brain scrambling because I really haven’t thought beyond the general idea “chicken. tacos.”…) “Come back in a few for the chicken.”
Chicken’s thawed and waiting on the cutting board. I stare in the spice cupboard, willing some inspiration to jump off the shelves. It does, in the form of cumin, seasoning salt, pepper, and chili powder. Season the meat, drizzle with olive oil. Done.
Open the fridge in search of salsa components to go with the orange cherry tomatoes on the counter. Locate: half a garden onion, a lime, half an avocado, some black beans, cilantro. Oh! and look, there’s some cabbage. Hmm…crunchy… Toss everything on the counter.
The Husband comes through the door bearing a monster of a cucumber, fresh off the vine. M’kay, kids will eat that. Peel (and briefly consider seeding before remembering that they don’t mind seeds), slice, toss with Cucumber Ranch and a little salt.
Quarter tomatoes, chop onion , toss in a bowl with black beans, salt, lime. Add avocado, cilantro, more lime, more salt. All the while I’m thinking about that cabbage. Hey, people eat cabbage on fish tacos, why not make a quick slaw for chicken tacos?
Slice cabbage. Toss with salt, lime juice, a (very) little vegetable oil, top with a sprinkling of cilantro. All the while I’m thinking about the cumin-lime crema at Dos Rios. How do they do that?! What’s in that tasty little sauce?
I honestly have no idea what makes a crema. So I’ll make something up: plain yogurt, cumin, lime juice, a little salt. Taste, add, taste. Add cilantro (to make it pretty, of course!).
6:10 and a half p.m.
What’s this under the yogurt lid? A recipe for lemon parfaits? Scanning it — I have all of those ingredients…mmm…mental note: don’t throw the lid away!
After repeated requests to “please wash your hands and come to the table!” and remembering “oh YEAH! tacos require shells, d’oh!” and “please carry this to the table” and “please get the glasses. and silverware.” and “did you wash your hands?!” we are finally ready to eat.
Damn, that was good. The birdgirl declared the crema/yogurt sauce “Delicious! Can we have this every time we have tacos??” The Boy said with a full mouth and vigorous nod, “This chicken is really, really good!” The Grill Master, too, offered his compliments.
A discussion about black beans may have ensued, with birdgirl insisting that she did NOT like them.
Me: You’ve never had them, silly.
BG: Yes, I have.
Me: No. You have not. [At least not that you’re aware of, because every other time I’ve served them, I’ve disguised them, a la Meri’s secret, yummy taco filling, or in chili that you won’t touch with a ten-foot pole.]
BG: Well, I’ve had brown beans and I don’t like them.
Me (yes, the adult): Black beans are better.
BG: I don’t like brown beans.
Me: But these are BLACK beans. And they’re much better than brown beans.
BG: But I don’t like them.
Me: They have lime juice and salt on them. And they’re really, really good.
Finally, she tastes one. Well, more like, she licked one.
BG: Hmph. I don’t like it.
Me: You didn’t. even. taste it. It’s tiny. Now put the whole thing in your mouth.
Finally! Bean, chew, swallow. Wait for it…
BG: M’kay. Can I have another one?
And seven minutes later, “can I have more black beans, please?”
Now, about that mental note. “Luscious Lemon Parfaits,” said the recipe. But I twisted it just a bit to continue the “lime” theme. Same diff, eh?
Oh. These were so, so delicious. The toasted coconut totally made this a showstopper. Even the kids loved it.
Luscious Lemon Lime Parfaits
from the foil lid of a quart of Danon plain lowfat yogurt
Layer the following in a parfait glass:
1/3 c. plain yogurt
couple teaspoons lemon lime curd
2 T. crushed graham crackers
2 T. toasted coconut
Repeat layers a second time. Top with whipped topping if desired. I abhor whipped topping and therefore did not desire it. Totally didn’t need it.
p.s. You’re welcome. 🙂