Tests are over–and I floated about in the pool for an hour today, finishing up Mansfield Park and Range of Motion and I was, well, torn about how I felt about my latest Jane Austen read. I’m interested to hear what you think.
I think reading Jane Austen perfectly exemplifies the dichotomy under which I live my daily life. On one hand, I love reading a romance novel just as much, or perhaps more, than the next girl–especially if it’s well written. I will gladly indulge in any period film involving a horse and carriage and Mother bustling around in multiple brown skirts and aprons marrying off all their gorgeous daughters to rich, sexy men to save their family’s fortune. If it’s raining outside and I am drinking vast quantities of tea, wrapped in a blanket with my cat, all the better. I just love that feeling.
It’s sad, I know. I think it might be too late for me.
But at the same time, I despise the horrid and privileged men and especially the stringent, sexist, oppressive atmosphere these poor women are forced to live in. Seriously, Mansfield Park? Fanny Price is not able to participate in putting on a play in the privacy of her own home with her family because it is too morally corrupt? And that she judges all the other people around her and rarely expresses any true emotion other than that which is acceptable by the society in which she was raised is supposed to make me like her? Ugh.
And then the book ends with her marrying her one true love–perfect, except that it’s her cousin! Her first cousin, that she was brought up alongside! The genetics alone horrify me.
I know, I know, I have to respect the times in which it was written–and I’m not saying Jane Austen wasn’t a great writer. I’m just…you know. What do you think?
Anyway, on to our meal for tonight–grilled tandoori chicken kabobs. This is one of my favorite chicken recipes I’ve had in a long time, but I do have to warn you: it’s hot! So beware if you still actually have some of your taste buds remaining. Feel free to get rid of the cayenne all together if you need to.
Grilled Tandoori Chicken Kabobs (adapted from Real Grilling by Jamie Purviance, serves 4) Grilled Tandoori Chicken Skewers Printable Card
- 3 chicken breasts (about 6 oz each)
- 1 C plain yogurt
- 1 T each ground ginger, paprika, and vegetable oil
- 2 t minced garlic
- 1 1/2 t each salt and ground curry powder
- 1 t ground turmeric
- 1/2 t ground cayenne pepper
I halved the marinade recipe and used two small chicken breasts to make two servings.
Combine the yogurt, spices, and vegetable oil in a bowl.
Cube the chicken into roughly equal pieces, about a 1″ each. Place the chicken in the marinade, and make sure it covers all the chicken. Tightly wrap the bowl in plastic wrap and refrigerate for 1-2 hours.
Either soak wooden skewers for 10 minutes before using, or use metal ones. Slide the chicken onto the skewers, placing them next to each other, but not too tightly. Grill the skewers over direct medium heat on the grill for about 10 minutes, turning once.
We also grilled zucchini and green onions. For the green onions, cut off the root tip and a few inches of the hollow tops on the opposite end. Spray with olive oil or canola oil, and dust with salt and black pepper. Grill over direct heat for about two minutes on each side–if you can finagle this, the white part should be cooked over higher heat than the green side. If you can’t, it’s okay. I’ll still like you.
I was a huge fan of the grilled green onion–I left most of the green tops, and they basically turned into onion chips at the skinny ends. The whiter ends were soft and sweet. Oh, yes.
The tandoori chicken? Spicy, hot, tender, moist, charred–everything I love most about grilled food. Even Fritz, who hates food that is too hot, loved it.
He actually said he wanted to eat this chicken every night for the rest of his life…but I’m not sure he really means it.
Oh–I also got featured on a fellow blogger’s site (not a food blogger, though). Visit Arianna Belle’s blog on Organized Interiors to check it out!
Last but not least, I’ve been playing with my new (old) lens from the garage sale–I’m in love with it and now I want to buy lots more lenses. Uh oh. Hello Henry!