#baked cornflake chicken

[edithallen]

Baked Cornflake Chicken This baked cornflake-crusted chicken is a delicious alternative to fried chicken.

#alternative #milk #cornflake #baked cornflake chicken #meat and poultry #chicken recipe #fried chicken

[xntimxteria]

Meat and Poultry - Baked Cornflake Chicken

A delicious substitute for fried chicken is this baked chicken with cornflakes on top.

#baked cornflake chicken #chicken breast #fried chicken

[nathanbush]

Baked Cornflake Chicken A delicious substitute for fried chicken is this baked chicken with cornflakes on top.

#chicken recipe #cornflake #fried chicken #baked cornflake chicken #cornflake chicken

[taylorronald]

Meat and Poultry - Baked Cornflake Chicken

A delicious substitute for fried chicken is this baked chicken with cornflakes on top.

#baked cornflake chicken #chicken breast #fried chicken

[turnerolsen]

Chicken - Honey Flaked Chicken Chicken is baked in a sweet, crisp coating.

#chicken #chicken recipe #baking dish #ladies #cornflakes #flour

[dancelegends]

Honey Flaked Chicken Chicken is baked in a sweet, crisp coating.

#flour #cornflakes #chicken breast #baking dish #dish #coating #meat and poultry

[adamthepastryguy]

CEREAL THEMED AFTERNOON TEA & CEREAL REVIEWS

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#2023 #afternoon tea #american groceries #baking #blog #blogger #blogging #breakfast #cereal #cereals #cheesecake #chicken #cornflakes #delicious #dessert #eclairs #food #food review #foodie #imported goods #londoner #pastry #post #quaker oats #recipes #scones #tarts #treat #usa #yummy

[tuberculosis-burger]

can u drop the nuggies recipe or is it a secret 👀

It is a Secret Tubburger Recipe! But maybe I will write a cookbook someday.and put it in there

#(( ooc: mix up a pound of ground chicken with some breadcrumbs and seasonings of ur preference. in separate bowls #whisk two eggs with some milk; and more breadcrumbs+seasoning (you can make your own with cornflakes if you want) #then shape ur chicken into nuggets. dip in egg. coat in crumbs. and put on baking sheet #bake at 350f for 15-20 minutes until chicken is fully cooked. that is how i made them for the photos LOL ))

[lifedeathtimespace]

TADvent Day 8 - Food and Baking

@theamazingdevildiscord

TAD songs as food I've made this year (with no explanation):

Love Run (intro) - cornflake cakes

King - bacon and brown sugar chicken

Pruning Shears - raspberry marshmallows

Shower Day - brigadieros

Elsa's Song - honey garlic shrimp

Pray - birria tacos

Little Miss Why So - pavlova

New York Torch Song - Kolkata chilli chicken

Two Minutes - chocolate cherry cola cake

Not Yet/Love Run (reprise) - crispy garlic potatoes

The Rockrose and the Thistle - peppermint creams

The Horror and the Wild - frozen chocolate raspberry bites

Wild Blue Yonder - tostadas

Welly Boots - chicken tikka masala

Farewell Wanderlust - Italian sausage risotto

Fair - creamy cajun pasta

That Unwanted Animal - red velvet whoopie pies

Marbles - Lemon cupcakes

Battle Cries - homemade oven fish and chips

Secret Worlds - spicy bacon honey traybake

The Calling - key lime pie

Drinking Song for the Socially Anxious - roast chicken

Blossoms - hunter's chicken

Chords - iced spiced biscuits

The Old Witch Sleep and the Good Man Grace - cherry and almond loaf cake

Ruin - gingerbread biscuits

Inkpot Gods - cherry cheesecake brownies

#idk what this is #TADvent2023 #TADvent #the amazing devil #joey batey #madeleine hyland #song lyrics #tad #amazing devil #music #song analysis #the horror and the wild #love run #ruin

[pannus831]

TW

Please scroll if ur in recovery or don’t want to see cal counting!!

What i ate yesterday trying to shrink but still have energy & focus enough to study 📚

Breakfast: ~ 160

Yoghurt with grapes + coconut shavings and 1/4 boiled egg

Lunch: ~ 280

Chicken and chorizo paella (only had a taste), salad mix, cucumber and cocktail tomatoes + a glass of kefir with cornflakes, cinnamon and sprinkle of sugar 😰😰

Dinner: ~ 560

Grilled salmon (🤤), boiled potato, green peas, oven baked red cabbage + some kind of sauce w creme fraiche, mayo and shrimp

Snack 1&2: ~ 540

I accidentally deleted what i wrote but i’m to lazy to rewrite it so just trust me on this one 🙏

TOTAL: ~ 1550 + 1,75 L water 💧

mannnnn i really need to cut down on my snacking, i could have eaten so much real food for the same cals as the cookies and sugar…

I’m going to try to snack less today but it’s so hard for me to resist cravings when i’m studying 😰😰 I’ve procrastinated way to much so now i need to read 30 pages for english, do 40 pages of math and finish an assignment that was due on monday

#i wanna be tiny #🕯️as a feather #tw restriction #low cal restriction #tw disordered thoughts #ed dairy #@nor3×14 #ed but not ed sheeran #pro for me not for thee #⭐️ ing motivation #⭐️rving #⭐️ve #@n@ diary #4n4blr #4nerex1a #wl diary #tw ed but not sheeran #tw

[theworldsafuckingslaughterhouse]

Here is a rant I wrote

The other day I found this angry rant on my laptop I must have written a few years ago, so here it is. (*It's written as though it was being said on stage in much the way a standup comedian might perform it)

Hello yes hi how are we all?

You’re out! In the real world. Experiencing a real thing. Not watching the coloured box of death. The little metal shouty thing that’s invaded all our lives!

I can’t even watch Television anymore, it’s become too out of touch. It’s insane the things they think we should be watching. You see it with marketing you know, these adverts. Once upon a time, advertisements made sense. They were straight forward, using logical people to sell you useful things. You’d be sitting there covered in fresh blood and a woman with big hair would say, “Get the stains out in 2 hours with minimal scrubbing! Ajax” or whatever. So you’d buy the thing. Because it made sense and you needed it anyway and you didn’t feel tricked.

Now they approach it in a different way. It’s much more aggressive and manipulative. You have a woman doing the dishes and then the husband comes home from work or school or wherever they go and he says, “Beverly I don’t love you anymore.” And she turns, this image of Mary Berry in a polka dot dress and says, “I’m sleeping with your father. Hahahaha.” And shoots him in the head. And then it goes, “Ajax, because you deserve better” or something like that and it feels a little… detached from reality. They stopped selling us products and started selling us these dreams of what they think we want. I remember when cooking shows made sense. A woman would come out and show you how to set the timer on your microwave so the chicken didn’t dry out too much or come alive or something. Now they’ve fetishized the baked beans to such an extent that kids turn to their parents at dinner time and say, “Is it fried in truffle oil? No? Then I’m not having it. Would you at least making a fucking effort Mother.”

And all this fetishized nonsense has pushed the price up. I remember when you didn’t need a second mortgage just to afford a bag of onions. I remember when I could by onions and tomatoes in the same month. And they didn’t have to be organic! You used to be able to choose. You could choose between buying organic or not starving, and it was a decision we all got to make each week.

Then there’s these home living shows, do you ever try to watch these? The young couple who had a significant family member die, inherited a few million and decided to convert an abandoned petrol station into a 2 bedroom bungalow with a chocolate swimming pool and walk in freezer. Again, we fetishized houses so the market went crazy and now you have to be a lawyer-prostitute to afford one.

So what do they do to help us deal with the disappointment? Drugs! “Do you ever get thirsty?” a man in a white coat who looks vaguely like the eldest child from Home Improvement asks. Looking up from your jug of rum you say, “Yes! Yes I do.”

Well you might have OLDD or Oral Liquid Digesting Dysfunction.

Shit, you think, what can I do about it?

Next comes a lovely image of a man taking his shoes off at the beach and the voice over goes, “For just the price of a small corvette each year, we can help you feel like this guy with sand between his toes.” And your drunken self struggles with this notion. But meanwhile you’re already signing up to a 12 year subscription and purchasing the loose-your-pills insurance plan at the same time.

So this idea of tv aspirations just isn’t sustainable. You can’t be gods like the presenters you watch. You can never purchase enough shit to be king. And if you try and set your aspirations where they want you to, you’ll end up a withered corpse gripping a box of golden cornflakes in a public bathroom being eaten alive by wolves.

Thank you very much.

#Televsion #aspirations #anger #rants #grand designs #living television #my art

[shedidntevenswear]

potato anon here sorry idk what funeral potatoes are 😅

WELCOME TO CLASS LET ME EDUCATE YOU ON SOME OF MY CULTURE

funeral potatoes are a casserole dish thats literally just like shredded potatoes, cheese and cream of chicken topped with either panko or cornflakes and baked over. its a dish that frequently gets made to feed a lot of people at funerals or when babies are born or whatever, so its called funeral potatoes.

[awesome-recipes101]

Cheesy Hashbrown Casserole

8-10 servings

This is a popular, tasty casserole dish that is an ultimate comfort food and is served at Sunday dinners, potluck dinners, family reunions, and even funerals

Ingredients

½ cup unsalted butter, melted

½ cup chopped onion

1 (2 pound) package of diced hashbrown potatoes, thawed if frozen

1 (10 ¾ ounce) can of cream of chicken soup

1 (8-ounce) container sour cream

1 ½ cups shredded Cheddar cheese

½ teaspoon salt

3 cups cornflake cereal, crushed

½ cup unsalted butter, melted

Directions

Preheat oven to 350°.  Spray a 2 or 3 quart casserole dish with nonstick cooking spray.

In a small skillet over medium heat melt the butter. Add the onions and cook a few minutes until tender.

In a large bowl pour the onions, melted butter, hashbrown potatoes, cream of chicken soup, sour cream, 1 ½ cups of the cheese, and salt . Stir well to combine all the ingredients. Pour into the casserole dish.  

In a small bowl combine the crushed cornflakes with ½ cup of the melted butter.   Pour over the top of the casserole

Bake until potatoes are tender, about 1 hour.

#food #hash browns #shredded cheddar cheese #cream of chicken #sour cream #cornflakes #butter #awesome recipes

[piratewithvigor]

Journey Out Of Darkness: The History Of Kane

Chapter 13: The Original Aurora

Abel begins feeling like a pickle in the middle of a PB&J

Last Chapter ~ AO3

Taglist: @the--blackdahlia @coffee-n-bagels-comic-universe @wendigoruble @old-no7 @kayfabebabe

It was a mad scramble to the bus on Monday morning. Abel had never had to be driven to a bus stop before, but he didn’t mind being able to go from bed, 30 steps to the breakfast table and then 20 more steps to the truck out front to be driven down to the bus stop, 5 steps to get onto the bus and then maybe 20 more to enter the school. It felt kind of luxurious, like he was a prince. Albeit, a very rushed prince who didn’t realize how long the drive to the bus stop would be.

True to her word, Mrs. Garcia returned that afternoon to see him. Asked him a lot of questions about how things were going, though from the looks she and Red kept exchanging, he expected that she knew things were going pretty well, with the exception of Margaret. After that first lesson and in the weeks that followed, she seemed to be detaching herself from him more and more. Abel wasn’t sure what to do about that and Red obviously didn’t want to talk about it, so he was content to let it lie too. Once she was sure that Abel was adjusting well, Mrs. Garcia’s visits began trickling off slowly, from once a week to once a month. She didn’t seem all that concerned about Margaret or the fact that she wasn’t getting along with Abel too well. It was still a transitional period and they’d warm up to each other eventually.

In the meantime, Abel was far more content to spend time with Mrs. Hill. He’d never known any of his grandparents, so she was rapidly becoming the closest thing. She seemed to enjoy his company while she worked and he enjoyed listening to anything she had to tell him. There was an awful lot to tell. 

“So the Circle B used to be called–”

“River Run, like I told you. It was part of the Double Diamond back then, just like this place was. That was fifty years ago, though. Lot of changes since then.”

Mrs. Hill was making dinner; one of Abel’s favorite times of day. He could sit at the table and listen to her talk and sometimes he could help out if she needed something peeled or mashed or grated or crushed or even chopped on occasion. He was crushing cornflakes for the baked chicken at the moment and trying to riddle out the spider web of relations that seemed to populate the area. Everyone knew everyone else, but a lot of people seemed to be related to each other too. It seemed like every kid in his class was either cousins, or their siblings had married each other or someone aunt married someone else’s uncle so they were a different kind of cousin and one kid was another kid’s aunt, but Mrs. Hill didn’t want to explain that one to him yet, so he settled on asking about the various ranches. They all had names like Aurora; the Circle B and Tulley’s Canyon, pretty names like that. Pretty enough that the origin began to pique his curiosity and led him to ask Mrs. Hill about Aurora’s.

She was silent a long time before answering.

“He didn’t tell you?”

“No.”

“Well… I’m not sure I should be the one to do so.”

“Why not? What is it, some big secret?”

“No, but–”

“Come on, Mrs. Hill. Please?”

She sighed and nodded. “Aurora is Red’s daughter.”

Abel had come up with a number of possibilities for who or what Aurora could be. At the very limit of his imagination, he was pretty sure there was a Disney princess who went by that name and maybe Red secretly liked princesses. It was a more logical conclusion than a secret daughter he’d never been told about. A sister. Probably an older sister. He had an older sibling again and Red had never said a word… which meant something terrible must have happened.

“When did he have a daughter?” He asked carefully, trying to figure out as much as he could before Mrs. Hill could decide he was being too nosy and had to mind his own business like a good boy.

“His first marriage.”

“First marriage? When was that?”

“A long time ago.” Mrs. Hill smiled at the memory. “Twenty years at least since Lucia died. The first Mrs. Barrow.”

“And Aurora, is she dead too?” “No, not that I’ve heard.” Mrs. Hill shook her head. “I shouldn’t be telling you this.”

“Why not?”

“It’s Red’s story to tell, not mine.”

“Well, he’s not here. Come on, Mrs. Hill. Where is she? Where’s Aurora?”

“Dallas. She and Red don’t talk anymore.”

“Why not?”

“That’s not for me to say. You run along and get washed up now.”

Dinner was at least an hour away. Mrs. Hill just wanted him out so he’d stop asking questions, but Abel had an idea already.

He suspected the problem had something to do with Margaret Barrow.

–

He didn’t want to ask Red right away. He was worried it might cause a fight, so he waited until the perfect opening, which happened to be a Saturday afternoon when Margaret had gone to El Paso to do some shopping. She’d left a little after breakfast, which meant lunch was just ‘the boys’, as Mrs. Hill put it. That seemed to mean a sandwich buffet, which Abel really liked the look of. Bread on one end of the table, then just about every condiment in the house lining the rest of it. Red and the ranchhands each had their own preferences, but Abel had never really had the opportunity to make his own sandwich from scratch before. The buffet gave him the option of combining a PB&J and a Ham & Cheese with pickles on the side, an option that he was pretty sure he couldn’t turn down, even if he knew the outcome was going to be… that. Seeing the face he made at the first taste of strawberry jam pickles had caused all the adults in the room to burst out laughing uncontrollably. Even Abel couldn’t help but laugh. Maybe sandwiches were destined to stay one type only. 

After the great sandwich experiment and the resulting laughter had died down, Red asked him about how school had been, if he’d made any friends and Abel pretty much repeated the conversation he’d had with Mrs. Hill a few days before, leading right into the question, where’d he name Aurora come from?

Red didn’t say a word as he got up and went upstairs. Not all the way up, but almost. He came back down with a photo that had been hanging near the top of the stairs. The one of himself and the laughing red-haired woman that Abel had noticed on his first day. 

“Comes from her. That’s Aurora. That’s my daughter.”

Red began telling the story and the puzzle pieces began fitting together. Aurora’s mom had died young and Red had raised her by himself. She’d grown up working the ranch every bit as hard as Red had. When he came back from New York with Margaret, the two of them didn’t click from the get-go. Red implied there’d been a bunch of vicious fights with the final one ending with Aurora pulling her father aside and saying something along the lines of ‘It’s her or me, Dad, ‘cause I can’t live with that woman’. Red said she couldn’t ask him to make a choice like that and she said that was just what she was doing and he said again he couldn’t do it and she listened and nodded. The next morning when Red woke up, she was gone.

The subject was obviously a painful one and somewhere around his story, Abel began feeling sorry he’d ever brought it up. 

“Shouldn’t have asked.”

“Only natural for a boy to be curious,” Red assured him. “It wasn’t your fault. Just a bad situation. I expect it’ll clear up soon enough.”

“I hope so.”

“So do I. For Margaret’s sake too. It’s hard on her, knowing she came between me and Aurora. I’ve told her it’s not her fault either, takes two people to make a problem this big, but–”

“I get it.” Now that he had the answer, all Abel really wanted was to not think about it anymore.

“To be honest with you, I think part of the reason why Margaret agreed to adopt you too was because she knew I missed Aurora. Might be why she’s bein’ slow to warm to you too.”

He was a piece in their story now, whether he liked it or not. Not a younger sibling to Aurora; her replacement. 

“It’s complicated, isn’t it?” He asked quietly.

“Sure is. But I appreciate how you’re handling the situation, Abel. You’re bein’ real grown-up about it. I know you and Margaret have a hard time once in a while and I appreciate you stickin’ with it, I really do. You’re doin’ better than Aurora did, that’s for sure.”

The strawberry jam and pickles didn’t taste quite as good after that.

#Journey Out Of Darkness #Kane #WWE #WWF #Writing #Fanfic #this chapter ends here cause everyone who read the original book knows what happens next #golly I hope I have the time to write next week cause I'm gonna be moving out pretty much a week from today #god two months goes fast

[mentally-declining]

29.05.22

weight - 68.9kg

breakfast - coffee with semi-skimmed milk and sugar (49)

lunch - hunters chicken and spicy rice (228)

snack 1 - white chocolate cake (128)

snack 2 - chocolate cornflake cake (109)

snack 3 - cup of tea with semi-skimmed milk and two jammie dodgers (210)

15 minute dog walk

dinner - chicken bake (422)

snack 4 - cake mix (147)

snack 5 - chocolate honeycomb (325)

total calories - 1,736

calories burned - 994

net calories - 742

p.s. I burned a lot because I cleaned a lot today ;)

#eating problems #tw ana thoughts #tw ed vent #weight loss #an0rexx #bad food #bonespø #calories #eating diary #getting skiny #it's not as simple as just eating #notprojustusingthetags #unhealthy food #ana fast #food #healthy eating #i want to be a skeleton #slimspo #thinspho

[waltonkenneth]

Grandma's Hash Brown Casserole This hash brown casserole is quick and easy comfort food made with oven-baked cheesy potatoes in cream of chicken with a crunchy cornflake topping.

#hash brown potatoes #hash brown casserole recipe #sour cream #hash brown casserole #cornflake #brown