As many of you know, I like to plan out a menu for an entire week’s worth of cooking at a time. I know it sounds crazy, but I try not to serve the same basic dish twice in the same month if I can help it. Having a plan helps with that. Sometimes not cooking the same thing twice in a month isn’t always possible – football season is a great example. Johnsonville Bratwurst is a must anytime the Packers take the field. It’s some sort of a luck thing according to Hubby.
The first time I cooked up Chicken Milano, a wonderful, creamy chicken dish served over Fettuccine, it was a big hit. Italian dishes are very popular in our house. On the following week’s menu was a recipe for Creamy Tuscan Garlic Chicken. It seemed simple enough, something that could be whipped up with the usual assistance from my number one Sous Chef, Kiddo. Now I will be honest, I really didn’t read the recipe in detail; just sort of gave my new recipe the once over to see if I could work it into a mid-week dinner. Yep, it would work. Onto the planner it went.
The scheduled morning arrived. I was excited to cook something new. I printed out the recipe and read it carefully while sipping my morning coffee. The juices began to flow to my brain. OMG – the original recipe for Creamy Tuscan Garlic Chicken was so close to Chicken Milano it wasn’t funny. The only substantial difference that I could see was the choice of pasta. Oh no – that would not do, not at all. Changes needed to be made, and quickly.
- Switch the 1-pound big breast for 1 pound of thin-sliced chicken.
- Decrease the chicken broth, add white wine to keep the liquid at 1/2 cup.
- Cut sun-dried tomatoes into strips rather than dice.
- Add Parmesan cheese to the sauce.
- Season breasts with Italian Seasoning rather than salt and pepper.
- Replace fresh basil with spinach
- Increase the amount of garlic
Satisfied with the changes, I printed a new recipe, poured another cup of Morning Joe and finished getting ready to start my day.
That evening, Kiddo and I made quick work of dinner as a team. It was delicious!
Creamy Tuscan Garlic Chicken
2 Tablespoons olive oil
1½ pounds boneless skinless chicken breasts, thinly sliced
1 Tablespoon Italian Seasoning
1/4 cup chicken broth
1/4 cup White Wine
1 cup heavy cream
6 Cloves Garlic, minced
½ cup Parmesan cheese
1 cup spinach, chopped
½ cup sun-dried tomatoes, cut into thin strips
1/2 Lb Linguine
Bring a large pot of salted water to a boil.
Meanwhile, heat olive oil in a large flat-bottom skillet. Sprinkle Italian season over chicken. Place seasoned chicken into skillet and cook over medium-high heat for 3-5 minutes on each side or until brown and no longer pink in center. Remove chicken to a small platter, cover with foil and hold in a warm oven.

Add Linguine to boiling water and cook until just cooked through, about 9 minutes.
While pasta cooks, add chicken broth and white wine to the now empty skillet to deglaze the pan, scraping up any little brown bits of chicken.
Add the heavy cream, minced garlic, and Parmesan cheese. Whisk over medium-high heat until smooth. Lower heat to medium-low and continue to whisk until sauce starts to thicken.

Lower heat to simmer, add the spinach and sun-dried tomato strip. Let it simmer until the spinach starts to wilt.

Remove chicken from oven. Cut into strips and return to the skilled with sauce. Spoon sauce over chicken to coat.
Drain pasta, transfer to rimmed serving platter. Arrange breasts over pasta, spoon sauce over chicken and serve.

Have you ever noticed that as things change in life – like when the weather of one season gives way to another, your thoughts drift back to other times and similar experiences? As a warm summer fades into the orange hues of autumn, we fondly recall romps through piles of leaves as children. It’s just nature’s way to keep us from freaking out – when we see lightning zip across a dark sky, we know it’s lightning, having seen it before. Or a meteor shower will conger up memories of laying in the back yard, gazing up into the night’s sky and wishing as children do on a falling star.
In the winter of 2011, my brother came to stay with us for a while. Hands down, he is one of fussiest eaters on the planet. Now I love my brother, and I love my mother (God rest her soul) but he is a monster she create. My brother was the only boy in the family – and he became king of the hill – with one set of rules for us girls, and another set of rules for him. While my sisters and I had to eat whatever was placed before us or go without, our brother was allowed to eat whatever made him happy. While we ate fish sticks on Fridays, he ate chocolate cake! As a result, his culinary palate is limited to foods generally eaten by teenagers – hamburgers, hot dogs, and pizza – not the gourmet kind, but with a red sauce and plenty of pepperoni, thank you. While I prepare wonderful meals on the weekends for the family breakfast, my charming brother dines on popcorn and turkey sandwiches – bread and meat – nothing else, not even mayonnaise.