I butchered and froze the various parts of three chickens early last week and I’ve been thawing it out in phases for different recipes: stock from the bones for beans and soup; coconut “fried” chicken and grilled coconut curry chicken with the thighs; Buffalo sauce with Greek yogurt ranch on the wings from “Cook This, Not That”; and a Philly chicken “cheesesteak” with one of the breasts.
I haven’t decided what to do with the legs yet, but I’m leaning toward rubbing them down in pesto and roasting them in the oven.
We were going to do chicken tikka masala with rest of the thawed out breasts but Indian food is freakin’ complicated and I didn’t feel like measuring out 100 different spices. I was about to make more of that cheesesteak chicken when the craving for Sizzler’s Malibu chicken hit me simultaneously in belly and brain.
I must have seen a Sizzler commercial during football and the propaganda worked.
My brain did a quick scan: Chicken and ham, check. Panko, check. Mustard, mayo, honey; yup.
It was on.
I ran the chicken through the batter station and par-pan-fried it on each side. They roasted at 400 degrees for 10 minutes before I pulled it out of the oven.
I covered it with the ham and slivers of muenster cheese. In general 2 oz. of deli meat is 50 to 60 calories and 1 oz. of cheese is 100 calories. I know I’ll spend 160 extra calories in the name of good taste, and you shouldn’t be afraid to either if you are eating lean all the time.
I whipped up the sauce while the chicken cooked for another 5 minutes. Equal amounts of yellow mustard and low-calorie olive oil mayo with a drizzle of honey. You’ll want about a tablespoon for each breast. That’s about 50 calories.
When the chicken is done put it on a plate, spoon some of the sauce on it and sprinkle with a little parsley for some fresh zip. The simple sauce is greater than the sum of its parts and you can’t argue with tender chicken in a crunchy coating covered in salty ham and gooey cheese.
I grew up eating at Sizzler. All you can eat shrimp as a kid, and later steak and Malibu chicken dinners with mom when I got older. I’ve since left the restaurant and its bountiful buffet behind, but with this recipe in my arsenal the loss of dinosaur-shaped chicken nuggets and garlic toast doesn’t sting as much.