Indian Butter Chicken

My menu-planning has fallen by the wayside a little since I started working on the weekends. We were having friends over for dinner last night, and at 3pm I still didn’t know what we’d be feeding them. After a little searching, I decided to try this recipe for Indian Butter Chicken. I’ve never had Indian Butter Chicken before, but it sounded good. With 3 cups of heavy cream, it also sounded really, really bad for you. Fortunately, the recipe’s author posted a revised, healthier version, too, and that’s what I made.

It was tasty.

Indian Butter Chicken

  • 1/4 cup butter + 1 tablespoon
  • 1 onion, minced
  • 1 tablespoon minced garlic
  • 1 (15 ounce) can tomato sauce
  • 1 can evaporated milk
  • 2 teaspoons salt
  • 1 teaspoon cayenne pepper
  • 1 teaspoon garam masala
  • 1 1/2 pounds skinless, boneless chicken breast, cut into bite-sized chunks
  • 2 tablespoons tandoori masala

    Preheat oven to 375 degrees F (190 degrees C).

    Melt a tablespoon of butter in a skillet over medium heat. Stir in onion and garlic, and cook slowly until the onion caramelizes to a dark brown, about 15 minutes.

    Toss cubed chicken breast with tandoori masala and spread out onto a baking sheet. Bake chicken in preheated oven until no longer pink in the center, about 12 minutes. Once done, add the chicken to the sauce and simmer for 5 minutes before serving.

    Meanwhile melt the remaining butter in a saucepan over medium-high heat along with the tomato sauce, evaporated milk, salt, cayenne pepper, and garam masala. Bring to a simmer, then reduce heat to medium-low; cover, and simmer for a few minutes, stirring occasionally. Then stir in caramelized onions.

  • My interpretation: Too much 'Idol' and ice cream

  • Rockford and I are vacationing in Hawaii. We’re gearing up to go cliff diving with Jason Bateman and Ryan Seacrest. We’re unable to approach the cliff, though, because the Equipment Detector indicates that we aren’t wearing the proper safety gear. I wake up to find that the alarm clock has been buzzing for nearly three minutes.
  • I have concocted a new ice cream flavor. It’s banana ice cream with trail mix mixed in. I call it Monkey Poop. I wake to find Rockford telling me Pete’s awake and I need to get up and shower before he leaves for work. I tell him I dreamed of Monkey Poop.

  • . . . . .

    Dear Monica,
    Your baby made you some coffee. Be good to your baby.