Orange chicken "If only the girls were happy"

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Orange chicken If only the girls were happy

Ingredients

Chicken weighing 1.5 - 2 kg
Cilantro 1 bundle
Mayonnaise (or homemade yogurt) 100gr.
Honey 1 tbsp. l.
Orange 2 pcs.
Ground coriander 0.5 tsp or according to your taste
Kari or prepared chicken seasoning taste
Dried basil taste
Dried garlic taste
Ground paprika taste
Dried apricots 100-150 gr.
Large raisins 100 g
Butter 100 g

Cooking method

  • I hardly cook the chicken presented to your attention now, it is cooked by my dad and my daughter's grandfather - why, I wrote in a Note (I sincerely ask: forgive in advance that there is so much). Therefore, the most important and irreplaceable ingredient in this dish is loving hands and hearts desperately wanting happiness for their children. I know you have all this, so I invite you to cook:
  • So, wash the chicken, dry it outside and inside, and also salt and pepper outside and inside.
  • Cut dried apricots into four parts and, together with raisins, pour hot water in a large mug so that it completely covers them, add a teaspoon of brandy there, cover with a saucer on top and leave for 15-30 minutes. After that, drain the water.
  • At this time, we prepare the marinade: we squeeze the juice from half an orange (well, you know, oranges are different - maybe from a whole orange) and in a bowl we mix with mayonnaise or homemade yogurt (your choice - we like it this way and that) , honey and spices. Add the juice a little so that the marinade does not become too runny.
  • Cut the remaining half of the orange into thin slices. We peel one more orange, divide it into slices and cut each slice in half (our grandfather - and in my family only he is capable of this - completely peels the orange of all films).
  • Cut the oil from the refrigerator into thin slices.
  • We cut the cilantro not very finely (our grandfather does not like cilantro, so we put it in whole and then, after cooking, we take it out completely).
  • Place the chicken inside, mixing or alternating: cilantro, orange slices cut into halves, dried apricots, raisins and a plate of butter.
  • On the chicken breast, under the skin, first place the butter slices, and on them - orange circles.
  • In the lower part of the chicken, under the legs, we make two through cuts about 3 cm in size (so that the bones of the legs pass through them).
  • Carefully rub the chicken with marinade on all sides, fold its legs crosswise and push it into the incisions made.
  • Place the chicken in a baking dish, cover it with foil and leave to marinate for at least 2 hours. We usually marinate the chicken in the evening and cook the next day.
  • We put the pickled chicken without foil in the oven and cook for 1.5 - 2 hours (depending on weight) at a temperature of 200 degrees, periodically (if necessary) smearing it with the remaining marinade (we also have patience for this, too, only with grandfather). Of course, you should better navigate the peculiarities of your own ovens :)))
  • It is very important: when the chicken is ready, let it stand for at least 15-20 minutes, and preferably half an hour. I guarantee it will be very difficult, but at this time you can develop family willpower and make homemade mayonnaise with herbs, lemon and dill.

The dish is designed for

One amazing chicken worth ten

Time for preparing:

Marinating - 20 minutes, baking - 1.5-2 hours

Cooking program:

Oven

Note

Dear ones, when I wrote the note, I very much hoped that I would hide the lion's part of my story under the spoiler. Now I began to form a recipe and saw that there was no such button in the recipes. Wisely, I guess, but I was upset. Reducing the note was beyond my strength. Maybe you will understand me when you remember your parents. If my story is too long for you - feel free to read it: this will not affect the cooking process.

There is nothing special about this recipe ... For anyone but my family. And only for my family, the history of this recipe is not just a family history, it is part of one of the warmest and most important Family Traditions ...
There are three of us in the family: my dad, my daughter and me. Seven years ago, my mother passed away, who has always been for us the core, stimulus, support, and hope - in general, the very real Guardian of the family hearth. My parents lived a very happy family life for forty years and, you know, now, at my age, I don’t know how I would answer the question about the existence of endless love if I didn’t have their example before my eyes ... Mom was a very special woman - due to her difficult nature, she categorically did not recognize the word "impossible". Absolutely all the children who came into her field of vision obeyed her, well, just everyone, strangers and her own, those who knew her well and those for whom she was a stranger. Not a single child who was fed by our mother had the thought to say “I don’t want” or “I don’t eat it” - absolutely everyone ate absolutely everything, slept and walked in due time, read books and played games with pleasure. In her mother's hands, the most hopeless indoor plants came to life, and at her dacha she could grow something that, in principle, does not grow in our latitudes (by the way, everyone there called her the Chief Agronomist, and they said so - that our Chief Agronomist would come and she had everything find out). Without a medical education, mother could leave any animal that fell into her hands. A dog of my childhood and adolescence - a Rottweiler with a human soul lived in our house for eighteen years (I think dog owners know: this is a very long dog life, especially for representatives of this breed). The twelve-year-old cat Kuzya lives with his grandfather, who fell into his mother's hands completely unhealthy and does not show much hope in this regard. When my daughter was six years old, she fell ill with bilateral pneumonia. We, of course, drank all the drugs prescribed by the doctors and fulfilled all their appointments, but I still do not know what then put my child on his feet so quickly: were these pills or mother's sleepless nights with endless various compresses, rubbing and decoctions for drinking (where she then took all these recipes of traditional medicine - I don’t know, because we didn’t have the Internet yet). In general, everyone in my family knew that no matter what happened, the main thing was to get to my mother (grandmother), and when she was next to her, nothing bad would happen ...
But one day something bad happened and our grandfather was left alone ... Or rather, then he felt so that alone, or rather, he then, in my opinion, did not feel anything at all and did not want anything. My daughter and I turned on all our ingenuity to remind him of our existence ... I have a very special dad - my daughter and I joke: "Made in the USSR and in a single copy" ) He is the smartest in our family, he has a unique ability to be different from others, an excellent sense of humor and a wonderful light character, which did not deteriorate even at a respectable age, he was always easy-going (the main thing is that his health does not fail), but most importantly - he is totally, absolutely and indestructiblely reliable, you can always use him and you need to count in any situation. He is still amusingly shy when my father and I are trying to paste a kiss for him or arrange hugs, but our grandmother knew, and my daughter and I know for sure - he, without hesitation, would give his life for any of us, and actually every day of his life is a selfless service to us and our interests,the interests of the Family. And there is no pathos in this, because what pathos can there be every day and every minute ... My dad is a vivid example of how one should be able not to spoil the life of children by moralizing and imposing one's own position, but readily and trustingly accept their every decision, believe in them and help with all available and inaccessible means.
But then ... he seemed to have no strength at all and practically lost interest in life. We got very scared and came up with a plan. At first, my daughter and I broke everything that could be broken in our apartment so that he constantly came and repaired (we live in different apartments, but in neighboring five-story buildings - anyway, from the moment of moving to the present day, we believe that we live as one family ). We unscrewed the light bulbs, they allegedly burned out at us at a rate of seven pieces a day, we made holes in the hose from the washing machine, we broke the mixer in the kitchen, we daily came up with one hundred and eighteen absolutely urgent and difficult tasks, despite the fact that he was at that time also worked. All of this helped, but not much.
Once, when it became completely unbearable, I had a chance to arrange a form of hysteria for my dad (I knew perfectly well that, on the one hand, like a real man, he knows how to endure them philosophically, and on the other, I will not be hysterical all the time, so the effect will be) the summary of which boiled down to the following: "Dad, I understand that you had one, but I had two of you and ... Bolivar can’t bear two, finally have pity on me and my granddaughter." And you know ... it worked - our grandfather woke up when he woke up, remembered our existence and, moreover, awakened his interest in life, formulating it briefly: "If only my girls were happy." If only my girls were happy - and he obediently wandered around the shops after us while we enthusiastically and passionately updated his wardrobe (during his mother's illness he lost a lot of weight), if only my girls were happy - and he pretended to be interested in buying new furniture and meekly threw away the old one that had fallen into disrepair (we tried what we could change in his apartment so that the situation would be different - thank heavens that then we could afford it), if only my girls were happy - and he began to learn to live anew: to determine himself what shirt will go with what pants, where will he go on vacation, when and where will he dust and vacuum, and what he will eat today.
Exactly one year after my mother left, our grandfather gave up my cooking, having learned how to cook first courses for himself, he easily mastered a bunch of kitchen gadgets (we gave him the first slow cooker chosen at the Bread Maker for the New Year, and now only grandfather in our family prepares yogurt and bakes bread), began to improve my culinary skills and gave my daughter and me an invaluable gift, returning our most beloved family tradition - Parents Day. Since the time of moving to a separate apartment, we, of course, often and constantly visited our parents, but on Saturday we always and certainly came - to mother's unique table, to tea with sweets, to cute family chatter, to debriefing and making plans. It is this tradition that grandfather returned to us, and in full ...
You probably think that, as in all decent families, we come on Saturday to clean up and prepare grandpa's food? No, everything is very, very different. It is grandfather who cleans the apartment on Saturday before our arrival (without fanaticism, according to his plan), prepares us an amazing dinner and stores something special. The cat Kuzya asks grandfather every time: “Why are you letting them in? Okay, I - I can only hide, but you are big and you can not open the door for them? " The cat Kuzya hates Saturdays, because only on this day he is ruthlessly kicked out from under the blanket in the morning - the girls will come, you need to put things in order and put together a sofa on which the girls will rest.Now, unfortunately (and maybe fortunately), my grandfather has retired due to the cruel imperfection of our legislation and regular non-payment of wages, the economic situation has sadly changed, which, of course, affected the components of all family meals in every home. but we have one thing that remains unchanged - grandfather's desire to feed us tastier. For the sake of this family dinner, grandfather mastered many tricks and recipes: at first, when finances allowed, he ordered shashliks for us at a local restaurant, in any weather he went there for them (there is no delivery there) and by the time we arrived, everything hot and ready was on the table. Then it was time to order sushi and rolls at home (grandfather, to put it mildly, is indifferent to them - but the girls will come and they should be happy). Then we bought my grandfather a tabletop electric oven and he mastered the preparation of barbecue in it; then a family recipe for making chicken wings was invented; then, with the purchase of a multicooker, the unhealthy French fries ordered at the restaurant were replaced with the family recipe for brillon and spiced potatoes; then there was the season of slightly salted salmon (then grandfather could easily afford to spoil us like that) and salmon baked in the oven ... Oh, and there were also grapefruits and pomelo (well, I don't know what this wonderful overseas fruit is called correctly), divided into slices and absolutely cleaned of all films and seeds ... If only the girls were happy ... can you imagine the complete peeling and dividing of two huge grapefruits into slices, done by male hands? With the purchase of a bread machine, it was homemade dumplings (Lord, what kind of dumplings my mother and my grandmother made ...) Oh, and a lot of other things were invented by our creative grandfather for the girls to be happy ...
But today the orange chicken offered to your strict court has become the undoubted hit of the grandfather's program.
To my shame, I started learning to cook quite late - I just didn't need it, living under my mother's wing. No, well, some things, of course, I knew how and baked since childhood, but to cook so that the result coincides with the idea and expectations - even now I still do not always succeed ... Quite a long time (but, in fairness, for a long time ) we bought ready-made grilled chickens, and then suddenly, completely unexpectedly, we discovered the presence of an oven in our stove, and rushed ... I came up with this recipe by choosing from different recipes and putting together everything that we love (note - our grandfather hates cilantro, but ... the girls should be happy). At first I cooked it, and this was the best reason to invite grandfather to us, but ... grandfather does not like to depend on circumstances and somehow by the next Saturday, after spending two hours at the phone and carefully writing down the recipe, he produced a real masterpiece. Now every Friday grandfather goes to buy a chicken (by the way, all the saleswomen in the local market and in local shops love him madly - I go home from work, they will report everything to me: when grandfather was and what he bought, how he looked and how he joked, and you know - what's the secret? Firstly, an excellent sense of humor, and, secondly, he has a very broad concept of "girls": for grandfather there are "my girls" and "other people's girls", but all girls, without exception, should be satisfied ), pickles it, and on Saturday morning sends it to the oven and my classmate, who lives in the apartment above her grandfather, says that on Saturdays the best smell in her life is heard ...
Every Saturday, my daughter and I, and my next homemade cake in our hands, merrily fall out of our porch and decorously follow to grandfather's, polished with neighborly glances (and keeping our fingers crossed, because our neighbors are different). We come to grandfather on Saturday, on Parent's Day, to a table set like a man, and he cuts a chicken, and puts baked potatoes on plates for us, and asks us to salt and season the salad cut by him in advance according to our taste (grandfather actually loves more with sour cream, but ... you already know, right? ...yes, of course, girls should be happy), and pours juice or compote cooked with our own hands, and we quickly make mayonnaise sauce (fortunately, so that the girls are happy, grandfather obediently acquired an excellent blender in his time) and sit down at the table ... And when from chickens safely remain only bones, my daughter and I sit on the couch and wrap ourselves in a blanket (the cat Kuzya does not approve of us and therefore ignores us in every possible way, he loves only grandfather and terribly does not like Saturday) and chat, and watch TV, and entertain grandfather with stories about the past week, carefully filtering them (well, because why upset grandfather) and dream of tea. And two hours after the chicken, we drink tea with a cake, and when I see grandfather trying on my crooked and incorrectly twisted roses for five minutes with a knife, because, in his opinion, this is a terrible beauty and it’s a pity to cut it, and it takes a long time does not dare to do this, and my adult dotsya giggles at this procedure - there is no one in the world happier than me. I am also learning to decorate cakes in order to once again see this childish admiration in my father's eyes ...
Nothing is tastier for me now than this chicken, just as there is nothing in the world more important than Saturday, because only on this day and with this chicken I am not the eldest and not the main one, I do not make decisions and am not responsible for them, I am closed from everyone winds and storms, because I am again a child who is unconditionally loved and pampered, protected and cared for ... On Saturday it always seems to me that all the troubles in the world, our grandfather is able to shrug his hands, if only ... well, you know ...
I must tell you that my grandfather is constantly improving (as a culinary specialist in particular), and I am happy that I firmly know: no matter how desperately difficult my week is, no matter how mercilessly my boss hurts me, no matter how small my salary is no matter how many betrayals I had to endure on Friday - tomorrow will be Saturday, and I will have an orange chicken, and properly brewed tea, and a warm blanket, and my grandfather's shoulder ... And I constantly pray to God that he would give my dad as long as possible the opportunity to be the most important and eldest on this Saturday and also so that he must give me the opportunity to return my daughter to childhood and pamper her children sometime later, well then every Saturday ... And I firmly believe: if every man made his The motto is the meaning of our grandfather's life - this world would be perfect: there would be no wars, no betrayal, no tears, no abandoned children, no forgotten parents, there would be no place for injustice and despair. Come on, men, let's chorus: "If only the girls were happy"! Oh please…

m0use
Vika, to tears ... long years and good health to your dad! And more "orange chickens" for your family.
Tumanchik
Everything, I went to cry on the shoulder of my beloved husband, because I am always his girl
health, health and vitality to you all.

submit it to the competition immediately! just screaming about it

V-tina
Vika, a wonderful story, and, of course, a recipe! Happiness and more wonderful Saturdays for your family!
Kinglet
Ksyusha, Irina, girls, dear, thanks for the kind words and wishes: rose: Do not cry only - our grandfather does not bear female tears, because girls should be happy
Irish, thank you for believing in my strength, it was you who inspired me
* kolyma *
I read and cried ... Vika, it's good that you didn't shorten your story ... long, long life for your dad!
Tumanchik
Quote: Korolek
Irish, thank you for believing in my strength, it was you who inspired me
great! well, then the day has not been lived in vain! with what?
yes, because this is a competition of just such a subject ... family recipes.

I immediately remembered the recipe for the blueberry and strawberry with milk competition. and my husband, having read your recipe, also remembered about it.


our family happiness .. so fragile, so tender and ... warm with the aroma ... you have an orange. so glad.
Kinglet
V-tina, Tina, thank you so much for the wishes of the Girl, I'm even roaring myself ...
Kinglet
Quote: Tumanchik
with what?
But what
I hope to see you in the contestants.In the same place, the topic is just family recipes. And you, judging by what you read, have a wonderful family. So there should be recipes. Looking forward to the pleasure
This is your post in the topic about the tart on October 8 - how long has it been, we were still on "you" https://Mcooker-enn.tomathouse.com/index.php@option=com_smf&topic=431498.0
Tumanchik
Quote: Korolek

But what
I hope to see you in the contestants. In the same place, the topic is just family recipes. And you, judging by what you read, have a wonderful family. So there should be recipes. Looking forward to the pleasure https://Mcooker-enn.tomathouse.com/index.php@option=com_smf&topic=431498.0
you're my dear! then I was not mistaken! it's great that you haven't forgotten and designed such a beautiful piece of your soul with a recipe! thanks for sharing. and I tell you again - I look forward to the pleasure!
Quote: Korolek
then we were still on "you"
it was long ago and not true!
Kinglet
* kolyma *, Tanya, thank you for the patience to read it and thank you so much for your wishes :)))
Rarerka
Vika, low bow for such a careful presentation of the history of your family Love. Long years and health to grandfather. Be sure to convey to him our admiration for the Man! He deserves it! You are smart girls too! After all, it is you - his meaning of life.

Definitely a recipe for the competition !!!
RepeShock

Exciting ..... In one breath.

Thanks for sharing with us.
May God bless your dad and grandfather. And you and your daughters, of course
Kinglet
Rarerka, thank you, Luda, thank you very much - for the assessment, and for your understanding, and for your wishes :))) The recipe was put up for the competition on the advice of Irochka Tumanchik Thank you, girls, everyone, everyone that you understood me and that you believe in me And .. Luda, I apologize for yesterday's - I just didn't know anything ...
fomca
Vika, a wonderful touching story about my beloved family, I also cry)))) Thank you very much for your candor and for the recipe !!!
Kinglet
fomca, thank you, Sveta, you know, it somehow happened that frankness became my feature precisely after my mother left ...
Musenovna
barely read to the end, eyes full of tears ...
A very touching story. Thank you for the emotions you experienced ... And many years to your dad
Lerele
Very dramatic!!!
May God grant your family health !!!!!
tana33
Vikahow happy you are)))) long years and health to your dad)))))
Mom Tanya
Vika, at first I wanted a chicken (for some reason I like meat-oranges), but now I just want to read your story again and again ..............
Pity
Vika, good health to dad and more chickens to you!
Rada-dms
Vika, thank you very much for the wonderful recipe, I will definitely cook it! Special thanks for the story about your family - it gives hope, awakens memories, and to each his own! And increases kindness in this world! It is on such men as your dad that the world held on, holds on, and there is hope that it will hold on! Health to him, longevity and great-grandchildren!
Elena_Kamch
Kinglet, Vika, Thank you! I read the family story in parts, because at work, but I still sat and wiped my tears ...
Health and happiness to your family! In fact, what can be more important in life than the presence of loved ones and loved ones nearby.
I sincerely admire your dad!
Tancha
Vika, it's great happiness to have such a dad! Health to him, and happiness to your family. I even envied, since I myself did not have such a thing.
degteva
Kinglet, Vika, my dear read your family history. How happy you are to have such a dad. I was also very lucky in my life - I had exactly the same dad (he passed away six months ago). Everyone's favorite with an excellent sense of humor. The main counselor in life for me, and for my husband, and for my son. With all the joys and misfortunes, they ran to his home gatherings. It's great that there are such people in the world. Although I don't understand the taste of meat + oranges, after reading your story I will definitely cook it. The recipe exudes the warmth of a family hearth. Thanks for your family history. Maybe after reading your story, someone will once again remember about their parents to call, to just come, without a reason, to visit.Happiness to your family and your beloved grandfather dad for many years.
Katerina2
Kinglet, I don't know if I will make such a chicken, but your story ...
Health to your father!
Bridge
Kinglet, Vika, an amazing story. And a wonderful recipe.
MariV
Kinglet, Vika, thank you for the story and for the memory!
galchonok
Vika, very soulful and touching, to tears, your story! Happiness, health and many years to your dad and your family!
Special thanks for the recipe, I'll try to cook it on occasion!
Olka I
To tears ... really ...
Strength, health and long life to your grandfather !!!
Borisyonok
Kinglet, Vika, I read your story twice ... the first time yesterday ... I remembered my mother, tears flowed.
Today I managed to read it again ... a whole life with its troubles and joys. Dad is your Good Girl and the girls next to him Good. These are our Popes. May God grant health to all Dads and their beloved and loving Girls, and Boys too.
And the recipe ... chicken in oranges is a favorite combination, let's cook!
NataliaVoronezh
Korolek, Vika, the story is straight to tears. May God grant your dad health and many, many more such Saturdays! Indeed, if all men were guided by such a motto ... And put up the recipe for the competition, very sincere.
Tanya-Fanya
Vika, thank you so much for your frank story! Very touching and happy, in a family health and healthy! I can even imagine your grandfather's warm smile when that magic Saturday finally arrives and satisfied girls: girl_dance: appear on the doorstep of his house with the words "mmmmmm, how it smells!"

I had an amazing grandmother who also supported the entire family from her own children to their grandchildren. It was in the distant, distant childhood. But I still remember her. My daughter is named after my grandmother. I really want the grandmother's wisdom and strength to be passed on to my daughter along with the name of my grandmother. Raising my children, I ask myself "how would my grandmother do in this situation" and it helps me a lot ... I realized that because my grandmother loves, my mother simply hasn’t learned yet, because grandchildren are grandmothers children "squared" ...
Grandparents are a powerful force that can make our children happy. Thank them and deep bow
May they be healthy and strong for many many years and winters!
Give your grandpa a huge warm hi and thank you for being so awesome!
Kinglet
Girls, I really have goosebumps ... Thank you all, my dear ones, you seemed to stroke my heart right and everyone found the most important words ... Thank you, everything that I put into this recipe and this story is you returned me a hundredfold
Mom Tanya, Tanya, well, you, please, want a chicken too ... I will be so happy when someone cooks it ...
julia_bb
Vika, countrywoman, thanks for the chicken recipe and such a touching story. Health and happiness to your whole family
Kinglet
Rada-dmsThank you, you are right on the bull's-eye: you guessed my most cherished dream - that our grandfather would raise his great-grandchildren. How I want it !!!!
Tancha, Tanyusha, as I understand you: my daughter, unfortunately, does not either (But our grandfather is able to replace ten :)
degteva, Natasha, I really, really sympathize and empathize with your loss ...
Quote: degteva
Maybe after reading your story, someone will once again remember about their parents to call, to just come, for no reason, to visit.
I would really, really want it, if it really happens - I will be very happy ...
Quote: Borisonok
May God grant health to all Dads and their beloved and loving Girls, and Boys too.
Golden words, I join !!!
Quote: Natalia Voronezh
Indeed, if all men were guided by such a motto ...
Let's dream together, if you really want to - maybe it will come true :)))
Quote: Tanya-Fania
and happy girls appear on the doorstep of his house with the words "mmmmmm, how it smells!"
Yes, yes, yes, yes, this is exactly what happens
Quote: Tanya-Fania
I realized that since my grandmother loves, my mother simply hasn’t learned yet, because grandchildren are grandmothers, children “squared”.
Grandparents are a powerful force that can make our children happy. Thank them and deep bow
I absolutely agree. My daughter was the absolute meaning of life for my mother until her last breath ... I went to work when she was a year old and everything was on my mother ... Grandmother and granddaughter had their own special world - warm and fabulous, despite difficult nineties .. Now my daughter is 22, she has a gold medal and a red diploma behind her, and in general she is a very interesting person (but this is a completely different story) and I know for sure - there is practically no merit in this, my parents made my daughter this way :) ))
Tanya-Fanya
Vika, but about the chicken! I didn't write about the chicken! Eh, I was deeply moved ...
The recipe for your chicken very much reminded grandma's sweet and sour veal (with prunes, dried apricots, carrots).
I will definitely make your chicken and report back. I will cook it in memory of grandmother and for the joy of your grandfather.

In a whisper: Vika, my daughter is 22! She is very far from me, but sometimes she calls and asks to send a recipe from the cherished great-grandmother's culinary notebook. Granny wrote there recipes when I was married off, marked "you love it."
marlanca
Kinglet,
Thank you Vikochka for a wonderful story, for tenderness and memories, for the opportunity to plunge into childhood for a moment ...
After reading your story, I immediately called my mother, although she only hung up 10 minutes ago .....))))
Health to you, your dad and grandfather, and great happiness and peace to your daughter ..... 🌺💐💝
Masinen
Kinglet, I started reading yesterday, and finished reading today!
Well, very soulful and touching! Thank you!
Kinglet
Quote: Tanya-Fania
I will cook it in memory of grandmother and for the joy of your grandfather.
Tanya, we are definitely on the same wavelength with you ...
Quote: Tanya-Fania
Granny wrote there recipes when I was married off, marked "you love it."
God, what depth ... I think this notebook is the most valuable treasure in your house :) What a happiness to have such a grandmother and what happiness that her daughter needs her recipes too :))
Quote: marlanca
After reading your story, I immediately called my mother, although she only hung up 10 minutes ago .....))))
Galya, thank you, honestly, I'm so glad I'm not in vain ...
Kinglet
Masinen, thank you, Masha (that was the name of my grandmother, how I love your name) Oh, well, my trouble is that I can’t be short. Honestly, I wanted to cut it down - I began to reread it, I realized that I hadn’t said everything yet, my hands were combed to finish writing But I courageously said myself "no, have pity on people" and pressed the "send" button
olgea
Kinglet, straight to tears, so touching. Thanks for the recipe.
Rituslya
VikaThanks a lot for your recipe. I will definitely try to cook such a sunny chicken.
Your story is amazing, touching, unusually soulful.
Moved to tears.
May God bless you, your family and friends!
Take care of yourself and your loved ones.
Kinglet
Quote: Rituslya
I will definitely try to cook such a sunny chicken.
Rita, I will be very, very happy, she turns out to be delicious :) I will wait impatiently :))
Jiri
Kinglet, Vika, I'm crying, right at work ..
Kinglet
Quote: Jiri
I cry, right at work ..
Oh, Irish, I myself read your messages and roar - and I, too, get ready for work, so, probably, roaring and go.Just our souls are alive, girls, and this is good and right ...
So, Ira, I give instructions - do not cry
Ant
She cried .. I wiped away my tears .. I’ll go read it to my husband ..
Thank you for such an unusually soulful story.
Bul
Kinglet, Vika, thanks for the original and I'm sure a delicious recipe! I agree with Irochka Tumanchik, be sure to participate in the competition!
And a special thank you for the story! How warm, sincere and touching! Such love emanates from your story! A lump in your throat! And not at all long, on the contrary, I wanted to read, read, and so that the story would not end! May God bless your dad and of course you and your daughter!
Olga from Voronezh
: rose: Talking about dad, mom, you shared your love, happiness. And I shared the recipe))) Thank you for everything!
Many and good years!
Tanya-Fanya
Vika Korolek, I didn't wait until Saturday. Today is a holiday, which means a family dinner.
So I made the family happy with an orange chicken from your grandfather.
She marinated all night.

Of course, I slightly deviated from the recommendations of the recipe, but only a little bit, do not be offended. I put it on a bottle of water so that the fat would drain off, so that it would be easier.
Orange chicken If only the girls were happy

To say that it is delicious is to say nothing. Deliciously delicious! Awesome juicy and tender meat!
And yet, which is important, it is not at all troublesome.

Orange chicken If only the girls were happy Orange chicken If only the girls were happy

Greetings and best wishes to your grandpa!
Thanks for the recipe, it has definitely been registered in our family for a long time

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