In the Kitchen: Blue Apron: Seared Chicken & Mashed Potatoes

In theKitchen

 

Hi, Everyone!

In an effort to spend less time meal planning and more time reading, I decided to give Blue Apron  a try. It costs less than taking the whole family to a restaurant, and it seemed like a fun way to add some new recipes to my repertoire.

Tonight: Seared Chicken & Mashed Potatoes with Kale, Mushrooms, & Verjus

 

It’s been about a year since I tried Blue Apron. I decided to call it quits last time for two main reasons–lack of nutritional information and high calorie count per meal. Happily, the former has finally been addressed! Yay! But . . . 620 calories per serving, 330 of which come from fat? Ugh. No thanks.

 

I decided to try stretching the meal to serve 4 instead of 2. It would hardly be enough for 4 adults, but with the addition of two extra potatoes and some chicken from a roast I made earlier in the week it was more than enough for my family of four (two of whom are under five).

 

 

. . . there’s just something about cooking with fresh herbs . . .

Not the nicest produce I’ve ever used, but still decently edible looking

At first I was annoyed with Blue Apron for double packaging the chicken. Then, as I reached for my own zip top bag to use my favorite quick-and-dirty ‘coat the chicken with flour’ technique, inspiration hit. I’ve no idea if this was the intended use for said bag or if Blue Apron was simply trying to avoid icky chicken goo should the bag accidentally rip during transport. Both, maybe. Brilliant, Blue Apron! Thanks!

 

 

Obligatory Food Close Up

Two adult-sized plates and two preschool-sized plates. Works for me!

Yeah, that’s a Quick Bunny spoon, and yah, that’s not how silverware goes. My son’s learning to set the table, okay?

If I make it again: 

I wouldn’t coat the chicken in flour, nor would I add cream to the greens. I would also swap the kale out for green beans or a warm spinach salad or something . . . Husband isn’t a fan of wilted greens.

Did my kids eat it:

1.5 year old: Ate everything like a champ, threw her bib on the floor in epic mic-drop fashion, and blew spit bubbles at me.

4.5 year old: Refused to eat the chicken until I told him it was “just nuggets with no bread on top,” shunned the mashed potatoes because a green thing had touched them, and then ate all of his and his father’s mushrooms and asked for more. More mushrooms. My son. ASKED FOR MORE MUSHROOMS. It was a weird day.

Melissa kitchen

 

 

 

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