Thursday, September 26, 2013

Oven-Fried Panko Chicken (Page 397)

RECIPE #49

  • Date: Tuesday, January 1, 2013 -- 6pm
  • Location: East Lansing, MI
  • Kitchen: Our House
  • Book: Gourmet Today
  • Dining Companion: Matty
  • Recipe Rating: B+

There is a big time gap between this recipe, which I made on January 1st, and the previous one which I made on September 30th. It's true: I did not cook for 3 months. The reason: morning sickness. I was brutally morning sick with the twins and wanted absolutely nothing to do with the kitchen. But eventually I felt better and started doing some cooking again! This was a super simple recipe for chicken, coated in breadcrumbs and baked rather than deep-fried. It was a good way to start out the new year. The chicken was moist, the coating was crunchy and tasty. It wasn't super exciting, but it was tasty! This is one that I would be happy to make again for a simple weeknight dinner. It was less messy than deep-frying but still had that fried chicken feel to it.

The recipe is here.

49 recipes down,  1057 to go!

Oh it's been a long time since I have posted. Things have been busy, but in the best possible way. The girls are four months old now. Eventually I will write more about the first couple months, but for now I will just say that it was pretty rough, and leave it at that. Things are really good now. The girls are happy and fun to play with, and have finally started really noticing each other


Eloise has been feeling better lately, and it turns out that she is super-charming and absolutely delightful when her stomach isn't hurting her. Here she is playing with Emmy and doing her big smiles:


Hopefully I will have more time to blog in the near future and I will write more about life with infant twins. But for now, a story that captures it pretty well:

The girls are wonderful babies, but they still struggle with eating. They went through a brief period where they both breast fed well, and since then at any given time at least one of them is struggling. There were weeks when Emmy would only eat while in a carrier, being marched around the family room. She was even picky about the brand of carrier and how fast I walked while she ate. If she was not satisfied with the set up she would scream at the top of her lungs instead of eating. Ridiculous. Eloise goes through phases where she hates the breast. She knows how to breast feed but she just won't. She screams at the breast instead of eating. There is plenty of milk. She just won't eat it. Lately they have both been having a bad spell, which is super-miserable for me. The screaming at the breast really gets me down, and when you have to feed two badly behaved eaters it is pretty demoralizing. So I turned to the internet for help. One by one I tried every suggestion I could find on the internet. Nothing worked. 

The last suggestion I had left to try was the following: breast feed your baby while in the bathtub. I would have tried it earlier but I thought even if it worked it wouldn't be practical multiple times a day. And it just seemed logistically complicated, there being two babies and all. But, I grew desperate. We do all of our parenting experiments on the weekends, so on Saturday evening I got in the bathtub with the babies (one at a time), and fed them. My special gentleman sat on the side of the tub, entertaining the baby that wasn't in the bath, and pouring warm water over the baby that was in the bath. The whole thing was ridiculous. But the babies LOVED it. For the first time in weeks they both ate without screaming. 

We were on to something! I decided I was happy to do this every night if it meant the bedtime feeding would be without drama. So Sunday night we filled up the tub and Emmy and I got in for a nice, peaceful feeding. All was going well, but then Emmy's eating started slowing down. I thought she needed to burp, but just as I was going to burp her, she had a huge, explosive, liquid poop, right into the tub. Almost instantly, the entire bathtub full of water was yellowish brown with poop. There we were, Emmy and I, naked in a tub of poop. I started yelling. Eloise started screaming bloody murder. Emmy was absolutely delighted with herself. She happily continued eating. Perhaps it is a reflection of just how much trouble we have getting the girls to breast feed peacefully, but my special gentleman looked at the situation and concluded, "You have to just keep feeding her. We have no other option." I tried to lift her slightly out of the poop water and continue feeding her, but it was just too gross. What followed was a long ordeal. Emmy and I took a shower (I couldn't exactly give her a bath, given that the bath was full of poop). She had never been in the shower before so that was an adventure. I got her clean then handed her off to my special gentleman while I attempted to get myself clean. Eloise, who is a sensitive little girl, was hungry and confused by all the ruckus so she screamed bloody murder throughout. At some point Emmy joined in. My special gentleman hurried me out of the shower to feed Eloise because she was so very, very upset.  I did not feel clean. The feeding did not go well. She was worked up and I was sitting naked on a towel on the floor so as not to contaminate anything in the house with poop.  It was a disaster. Eloise was screaming instead of eating, and my special gentleman was trying to put Emmy in bed, but she was screaming instead of sleeping. Meanwhile, I was naked on the floor, and the bathtub was full of poop. Not our best night. 

Eventually the children were fed and went to sleep. 

By the next morning I was pretty much over it. These things happen. 

Early in the day on Monday my wrist started to hurt a bit. I have a ganglion cyst in my left wrist, which usually is painless but sometimes gets a little sore, so I thought nothing of it. But throughout the day my wrist got more and more painful and more and more swollen. By Monday night I couldn't lift the children. By Tuesday morning I couldn't do anything. It was intensely painful and I had zero mobility. I figured I had broken my wrist somehow. But how? How can you break your wrist without noticing? It hurt WAY too much to be a sprain. My special gentleman stayed home from work Tuesday morning to take care of the girls and I went to the doctor. 

It wasn't broken. It wasn't sprained either. It was INFECTED! It turns out that ganglion cysts can get infected. I asked the doctor how exactly that would happen and she said that bacteria can enter your bloodstream through a cut or scrape and then make their way into the cyst. Gee, I wonder how that happened? Yup, that's right, my poop bath gave me a wrist infection. Great. 

It hurt. A lot. I couldn't hold the children, change diapers, burp them... If I tried to do those things one-handed and they accidentally brushed against my other hand I would be screaming in pain. It was bad. My special gentleman was a rockstar throughout, as always, and took great care of the babes. I started antibiotics on Tuesday but they took a little while to do their job. Tuesday night I was in so much pain that I was up half the night, and in tears for much of it. My special gentleman had to take care of the twins, and also me. He was fetching ice packs and pain killers at 3:30 in the morning. In the middle of the night I felt sure that my hand would have to be amputated. 

In the light of day on Wednesday it seemed likely that I would be able to keep my hand :) It gradually started to improve on Wednesday. Here are some pictures from that day, after the wrist swelling started to go down. Here's my (uninfected) right hand:


And my infected left hand:


My wrist had looked much more swollen than that 24 hours earlier. I am sort of glad I didn't think to take a picture of it at that point.

So that's my story. I have a poop infection in my wrist. The antibiotics are working now, and it is much, much better (for instance, I can type!). The swelling is way down. I can take care of my children. All is well.

As my friend Brian put it: "New life rule: don't bathe in poop. No wait. That one's not new."

UPDATE: As it turned out, Emmy's poop bath was the gift that just kept on giving. Apparently I was allergic to the antibiotics they gave me for my poop infection. So my entire body was covered with this for days on end:


Lovely.