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Poulet à la Crème sur Biscuit

I approach cooking like I do exercise: I take the short cuts.

Sure, I could probably start working out 5 times a week and running miles daily in minimalist shoes, but then again, there's Spanx. Likewise, I could spend 4 hours shopping for and cutting up a gazillion ingredients, only to have my masterpiece scarfed down by some guy who acts like he hasn't eaten ever, or I could take the short cut.

This is one of my favorite short cuts. Because Big V considers this dish the Best in Show in the cooking division. It might be because I obnoxiously refer to it as Poulet à la Crème sur Biscuit using a haughty French accent and then tell him I will need peace and quiet in order to concentrate on such a masterpiece. In all actuality I'm tossing together some generic food items for 7 minutes and then watching the last half of House Hunters International so he doesn't catch on.

Creamed Chicken over Biscuit

10 oz. chunk chicken breast. Yes, it comes in a can. Drained & Flaked.
1 (11 oz) can cream of chicken soup
1/2 cup milk
1/8 tsp garlic powder
8 oz package onion & chive cream cheese
8 oz can peas, drained
5 Grands Biscuits (I use the flaky ones)

 Combine soup, milk and garlic powder in skillet.
Do not let ANYONE see this.
They may decide not to eat it.
Over medium heat, stir it until it's slightly thickened.
(Make sure there are no lumps. Lumps are gross.)

Just blob in the cream cheese and keep stirring.
This is the secret ingredient. Don't ever give it away.

 Keep stirring and maybe even do a little taste test.
It is so good!

 Add your chicken.

Add your peas.
Not my favorite part of the recipe, but you'll survive.
Mix it real good so the cream mixture covers everything.
That way you won't taste the peas.
Neither will your kids.

Add some freshly ground black pepper until you get sick of cranking on the pepper mill.  

While you're cooking the cream mixture, bake the biscuits and also throw in a package of broccoli & cheddar Steamables in your microwave for good measure.
Extra vegetables, I know, but the kids will like the cheese sauce.
So will your husband.
Unless he hates cheese.
Then you're on your own.

Honestly, this will take you less than 10 minutes.
You'll spend more time opening packages then actually cooking.
Much like we women spend much more time putting on the push-up bra and making sure our make-up is absolutely perfect ....
and in the end we're devoured as quickly as this meal.


Ellen said…
When it comes to cooking...tried and true works every time. However, one daughter who is very honest, is very happy I no longer make Beef Stroganoff. Apparently she didn't like the sauce...

As for can put just about anything on them and they taste good...give me a flaky biscuit and I am in heaven....
Becca said…
Anything with a whole tub of cream cheese is best in show in my book.

Thank you. I will be making this soon.
Rebecca said…
Ooh - your recipe is so much fancier than the one that I use.

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