Chicken Kabobs

Today, Karen and I made Chicken Kabobs on the grill. We figured we'd put the recipe online for the heck of it (and because they're delicious; Ciara agrees w/ us). So here's whatcha need:

1 bottle of Italian Dressing as marinade
4 chicken breasts
4 peppers
1 medium sized onion
Kabob rods

That'll make about six rods worth by our estimates. It pretty much works out that each rod will use up one thing of chicken and one pepper, so you can modify this however you want.

This whole recipe is South Beach Diet Phase One friendly provided you use the right kind of dressing. We used this stuff and soaked the cut chicken in a bowl of this overnight. We used as much of this bottle as you see gone. (but keep in mind we only made 4 rods).

Karen guts the red pepper. I'm sure there's a more cooking specific word other than "gut" for this process.

Peppers in progress. Making four kabobs, we had about a third of each pepper left over.

Putting the kabobs together with a plate underneath.

Our four chicken kabobs ready to hit the grill.

We also made grilled corn at the same time we were making the kabobs (which is a phase two food for south beach diet people). We put the kabobs on foil that was long enough to fold over the kabobs so that the burning corn husk embers couldn't fly onto the kabobs.

Karen drizzling on the rest of marinade.

The finished product

Zooey being the well-behaved pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.

Zooey biting Brian's hand.

Nothin like a game of Sorry.

While Ciara enjoyed a delicious kabob, her 3rd place finish in Sorry with her little red men so close to home left a sour taste in her mouth.

For this month, there's only two people here at the Crows Nest: myself and Brett (Joel's subletter). Those that've already left the Nest have left plenty of stuff behind, including food. Brett and I recently had a discussion that went something like this:

Brett says to me something like "There's a milk in the fridge that's spoiled and bloated"
I say "I don't have any milk in there"
"You don't have any?" he says
"No," I say "are there more than one?"
"Yeah there's two of them."
"None of 'em are yours either?"
"No"

The chunky bloated milk had a date of Jun 9 06. (This entry was written July 2). Also, see those eggs in there? One of those is Brett's. None of them are mine. I actually took an inventory of everything in the fridge that belonged to me and the only things I have in there now are butter and syrup.

The milk behind the June 9 milk

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