1 to 1 ½ pounds chicken cutlets
6 to 8 tablespoons butter
2 cups flour
Salt and pepper
8 ounces mushrooms, sliced
2 to 4 sprigs fresh parsley, chopped
3/4 cup white wine
Lemon, 4 slices
1. Slice 4 large chicken cutlets in half.
2. In a large size frying pan, add 6 tablespoons butter and melt.
3. Beat eggs in shallow dish. Mix flour with salt and pepper and sift together in another shallow dish. Coat chicken cutlets with beaten egg and then
dredge in flour mixture.
4. Place four cutlets in butter and cook a low to medium flame, till both sides are golden. Remove cutlets to dish, add another 2 tablespoon of butter
if needed and cook the remaining chicken in pan.
5. When all cutlets are thoroughly cooked and removed from pan. Add wine, mushrooms and parsley and cook for about 15 minutes. Scrap the bottom of the
pan while cooking.
6. Return chicken cutlets to pan and add lemon slices on top. Continue cooking everything on a low flame, till everything is heated through. Serve hot
over pasta immediately. Serves 6.
7. ENJOY – The chicken dish loved by all!
You have to share! That is my motto when going out to breakfast, lunch or dinner.
I really don’t know when it started, but I believe it goes back to the first year of my marriage. My husband, Tom, was 20 and I was 19. We had an apartment, we paid our bills, but other than that, we had very little money to spare. Let me say first off, that I never felt we were deprived of anything. We made do with what we had. The first year of marriage is an adjustment for everyone. You have to learn to share with the other person. I fondly remember us eating pasta out of one pot together, sharing the last bowl of cereal another time. You learn as you go along how to food shop for two and prepare meals ahead of time, all this while working, going to college. But it still is a learning process. Until you learn and grow as a married couple, including food shopping, budgeting and cooking, we improvised with what we had. That was the beginning of the sharing. When all there is to eat is one bowl of cereal, you share it together.
To this day, I always want to taste what Tom orders off the menu, when when we go out to a restaurant. One, because as the years went on, we shared our dishes less and less, and I guess I liked that little gesture we had between us of sharing one dish. Secondly, it is the cook in me that is always curious about figuring out what ingredients were used to cook something served in a restaurant. I try to wait to see what he is orderingf irst, so I can order something different. At weddings, we usually ordered different dishes also, to share sometimes.
But as I said, Tom doesn’t like to share as much as he used to. That is where my youngest daughter, Mia, comes into the picture. Besides being one of the easiest going people I know, Mia isn’t a big eater, so she is happy to share with me.
Wheneverwe go out to an Italian restaurant as a family, I am sure that Mia and I will be sharing the Chicken Francese dish as one of our entrees. She chooses one dish and I choose another to dish to share between us and usually chooses Chicken Francese. When I prepare Chicken Francese at home, everyone relaxes because there is no sharing, just the joy of eating from your own dish and that makes everyone happy, especially Tom!