Spicy Thai Chicken...and I'm Busted

Friday night I abstained from drinking going out and cooked instead. My inner-Asian wanted rice (so typical) so I attempted to re-do a recipe that Brandon and I made a few times last year. This dish is HOT! Spicy girls love spicy dishes but shoot, 5 serranos is 5 serranos too many! My mouth was on fire.

Ingredients:

• 1 lb of chicken, bite-sized pieces
• 3 cloves of garlic
• 1/2 red bell pepper
• 1/2 yellow bell pepper
• 1 stalk of lemongrass 
• 5 deadly serrano peppers
• fresh basil leaves
• sweet chile sauce
• soy sauce
• honey

Instructions:

1. In a small bowl, whisk together the sweet chile sauce, the soy sauce, and honey. I didn't measure this at all - just kept adding some here and there. The majority of the sauce should be sweet chile sauce, with a little bit of honey, and just a tad bit of soy sauce.

2. Cut up all the peppers, lemongrass, and the garlic. Cut the chicken into bite-sized pieces.

3. Heat about a tablespoon of olive oil in a pan over medium-high heat. Once hot, add the garlic and serrano peppers.

4. After a couple of minutes when the steam from the serranos is making your eyes bleed, stir in the chicken, bell peppers, lemongrass, and slowly add your sauce mixture.Cook until the chicken is no longer pink. Unless you like salmonella poisoning. 

5. Once cooked through, throw in as many basil leaves as you'd like and heat until wilted. Serve over hot jasmine rice.

If you don't like it spicy you a) are crazy and b) shouldn't add so many serranos. Two to three is enough to give it some kick, but 5 is uncalled for. This left me weeping over my plate and no, it was not because I wasn't hanging out with my nugget.

On Saturday, I made up for my night in and went on some man's boat all day. Some man = a friend of Julius whose name I no longer remember, but did have a nice boat if I may say so myself. Note to self: when it's going to be a long day, put down the vodka and pick up the beer. The definition of Xtina might be lightweight because after just a few happy drinks, I took a 2-hour nap. On the boat. They were nice enough to wrap me up in a towel with my sunglasses and check on me occassionally as they went OUT TO EAT! Funny, yes...but what isn't funny is when we were walking back home after getting off the boat, my ego took over. I decided it would be a great idea to RACE MY TRAINER. Not only is Julius a man, but he ran track in high school and his leg muscles are probably the size of my whole body. Why, why, whyyyyyy would I want to race him in a gravel parking lot? The "race" went a little something like "1, 2, SPLASH" according to Julius. I wiped out and have the most amazing busted knee. 

OF COURSE I have pics...

Immediately after the incident:

Post Clean Up:

Lesson of the weekend: Keep drinking, just don't try to race someone who is a bajillion times faster than you.