I would do laundry, clean the cat boxes, and unclog toilets rather than cooking dinner. I hateithateithateit.
But back to the point. She cooked dinner. She made this oh-so-yummy baked chicken thing that she says is a Weight Watcher's recipe (tweaked a bit). And here it is for you, in all its glory. Sorry, no beautiful photographs. What can I say, I'm no Ree Drummond. Just take my word for it, it was yummy. And gone in like, no time flat.
Take some boneless, skinless chicken breasts, however many you need for your family. We used 3 regular-sized packages to feed 11 of us, and had plenty for leftovers, which we will eat tonight so I can get out of cooking again.
Filet 'em so they're thinner or buy yourself some of those tenderloins if they're on sale.
You know the bags of powder you mix up with milk and mayo or sour cream to make heavenly "homemade"
Oh, I forgot, before you do all that, take a bag of Sunchips, the French onion flavor, and smash it all up with your fists till they're nothing but crumbs. This also serves as cheap therapy. Get in touch with your inner rage and smash away. Then put the crumbs in a big bowl.
Coat the dredged chicken in the crumbs, and place on a sprayed baking sheet.
Cook on 375 for 20 - 30 mins.
OK, so my recipe narration is not so polished, I know. Leave me alone, I have other strenths, I swear. I happen to be an excellent toilet plunger.
Just trust me, this chicken is to die for. Tangy, succulent, moist, yumminess. Go make some.
It's what's for dinner.
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