I don't often write about cooking because my sister is a personal chef and my food sucks by comparison.
Everything in my sister's fridge, especially the leftovers, are delicious. Not so in my house.
For some inexplicable reason, my crockpot meal Sunday night was really bad.
I made a whole chicken with lemon, thyme and white wine. The chicken was OK. But the potatoes, carrots, celery and onions on the bottom of the pot were uncooked, even after seven hours on low.
Before I discovered my disaster, my husband talked me out of making broccoli, because we had these other vegetables. Well, there's nothing worse than partially cooked potatoes. They are just inedible even after I put them in the microwave for 10 minutes.
At this point everyone in my home is staving so we made do and had lots of leftovers.
The next night, I turned the chicken into a chicken and wild rice chowder from the Better Homes and Garden Crockpot Recipe Book.
Unfortunately they don't publish their recipes online so I can't link to them but it took cooking carrots, celery, mushrooms and onion in butter. Add flour so that it's a chowder and not a soup, four cups of chicken broth, three-quarters of a cup of cooked rice, one and a half cups of half and half, a little extra thyme and seasoning and voila. Chicken rice chowder.
I've made this before with a rotisserie chicken and it was great.
That how I rescued a four-pound chicken dinner. We've eaten the chowder twice now and I think I'll have it for lunch and we'll be done. At least the chicken provided us with three dinners and a lunch.
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