Chicken mince EVENTUALLY, and an evil deed!

Today I did something really evil!

But I can justify it.

I have a fear of shop bought chicken mince after Mondays experience and many people have told me that this is a general chicken problem. Now I have bought chicken fillets every week just about for years and never had any issues with them, and never yet opened a packet that smelt as badly as the mince did on Monday. I accept therefore that my reaction is a little over the top. At our local Spar this evening, I saw the chicken mince in the fridge and decided to give it a pass. Also, I need 500 g of mince and the packets only came in amounts between 300 and 400 g. So what I did was bought two skinless DD (yes, double d size) chicken breasts that together came to nearly 500 g. And then I wizzed them through the food processor for half a minute and that was that! Fresh chicken mince.

But the evil thing I did… I selected the packet of chicken breasts that I wanted and then made a hole in the package and put my nose in it, after half an inhalation…just in case. And this is how I can justify it. I knew I would definitely buy the packet if it smelt ok…so I would buy the damaged package goods. If it smelt awful, I would call the manager and admit to what I had done and get him to check all the other packages in the fridge. No harm done to anyone, and I get good chicken.

The chicken rissoles are made just like good old fashioned frikadels, but with lots of lemon and coriander in them. Fresh breadcrumbs, onion, egg, chicken mince, lemon juice and coriander are mixed together in a bowl, balls are made and rolled in flour and then after about half an hour in the fridge, they are fried in a smidgeon of oil in the Family Frying Pan…have I mentioned recently just how much I love that pan?

These were served at two separate dinners. The boys had them drizzled with sweet and sour sauce and with toasted pita bread and Greek salad. I took some over to a friend, but I had no more salad left, so cheated a little. On the way over I stopped at the Chinese take-away and bought vegetable chow mein. Mmmm. These little lemony chicken numbers are a winner, scoring a good eight from the boys, and picking up a compliment I cannot quite remember from my friend!