We had a little dinner-time mystery over here last week, when the one piece of broccoli on Poppy’s plate disappeared. Rockford and I had been talking over dinner and not really watching Poppy’s mastication all that closely. When it was time to clear the dishes, I noticed a suspicious absence of green on her plate. Usually, this means that the offending vegetable has been tossed to the ground or tucked next to Poppy in her seat. When the broccoli search party turned up nothing, though, we had to assume that she had eaten it.

Despite the Case of the Disappearing Broccoli, we’re still fighting the food wars. So I was interested to read today that Poppy’s aversion to new foods might not be my fault. According to The New York Times, it’s genetic! Which means it is my fault, but only sort of! Hooray for passing the buck!

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Not as exciting as a chicken revue, perhaps, but here’s my take on the Honey Pecan Chicken.

It didn’t have as much flavor as I’d expected, and the sauce was as thick as I’d hoped. I’m chalking the sauce issue up to user error. As for the flavor, the bites that were coated with pecans did have a nice taste. I’ve never had much luck with dredging, though, and this was no exception. I only used 3 chicken breasts, too; I would double the amount of flour and pecans if I were making the full recipe.

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