Alex, my husband of almost twenty years is the Executive Chef at Oaklawn Jockey Club, a historic throughbred racetrack. On a good day he feeds five hundred day, on a bad day he has to process 7,000 pounds of corn beef and feed 20 thousand people.
Yesterday I called him, just to check up and say something encouraging. “Hey honey, what did you do today?”
“Luncheon for seventy five.” He sounds very grumpy.
“What did you fix?”
“Bourbon pecan chicken. They cleaned their plates”
“Hey, you’ve never fixed that for me.” He sighs. “So how do I make that?”
Bourbon, brown sugar, beef stock, pecans, worcester, salt and pepper.”
“Ok, I got that, how much bourbon?”
“I used a fifth.”
“Damn, ok, how much am I gonna use, for six chicken breasts?”
“Ummm, half a cup will work, and the same about of brown sugar, two cups of beef broth.”
“What do I do with the chicken.”
He sighs again and I’m pretty sure I hear him roll his eyes, over the phone. “Season the hell out of it and grill.”
I kind of know what “season the hell out of it” means. Salt, pepper, cavenders and sage.
“Ok, I won’t fix it tonight, but maybe later in the week. Ok?”
“Sure, thanks. I love you honey. I’ve gotta go. It’s inventory week.”
So there you have it a fool proof and delicious Bourbon Pecan Chicken recipe from Chef Alex Hampo.
My husband is a chef, he’s been in the kitchen since he was seventeen. the first question folks ask me when they hear I’m married to a chef is, “does he cook at home?”
“Hell no!” The last thing he wants to do when he gets home is cook. He barely wants to eat. He’ll cut the grass, maybe event fold laundry but don’t ask a chef to cook after a nine hour in the kitchen
When we were dating Alex wooed me with food. He cooked all the time, trying to impress me. But, like a woman who stops wearing make up and goes grocery shopping in sweats after she lands a husband, Alex knows he’s got me, so he doesn’t have to entrap me with his magical Cream of mushroom soup with brandy or Chicken Escoffier.
That’s alright thou, because I’m married to a chef I basically have a voice activated cook book. I can ask him any question about food and he’s got an answer. Yeah, my husbands a chef so I cook all the time. You’re welcome to come over for dinner!
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2 thoughts on “My Husbands A Chef So I Cook All The Time”
Ohhh…my, Alex’s Mushroom soup! It’s been like 100 years ago I had my last taste of it! He was still at Facci’s! Do you make it?
No, but if i call him he’ll blurt out the recipe…kind of It was soooo amazing.!
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