I’ve had this weird hankering for fried chicken lately. Now, if you knew me personally, you’d think that I’d gone mad (no) or that I was pregnant (big no). It’s just not something that I really eat, or crave on the regular. I’ve been too diet conscious all my life to ever let myself indulge, but sometimes the heart wants what it wants, and for that reason, I decided to come up with an alternative that will give me the crunch and satisfaction without the guilt that usually comes from that type of indulgence. So I came up with this recipe for plantain crusted chicken breast, baked, not fried, and the heart, both figuratively and literally, ended up pretty satisfied with it. And I’m pretty picky, if I say so myself.
When I first told my mom about this recipe, she thought that it sounded pretty gross and…sticky. I couldn’t figure out what she was getting at when I realized that she thought I used fresh plantains! No, no. Chips here, meaning the whole thing has a nice crunch to it. Just like the Colonel.
Warning: try not to just eat the entire bag of plantain chips yourself before finishing the chicken. Trust me, it’s a challenge.
The gist of it I stole from my previous recipe for plantain-crusted red snapper with roasted tomatillo salsa. Also, delish and worth making. It’s got the traditional flour-egg base coating and rather than breadcrumbs has plantain chips crushed in the food processor. Not too fine, I wanted texture here, but certainly made into small enough bits to make it stick.
Note: Don’t forget to season all the coatings. Layers of flavor, here. Always.
At the end of it all, the chicken is baked and done, perfect for a sandwich, dippers or a salad (might I suggest the yardbird salad?). And perfect for any given day Sunday, or any day for that matter, guilt-free.