I made that Probably Paleo Chicken and Sweet Potato thing last night, although it should be noted that I fell asleep about an hour before it was supposed to be done and woke up an hour after I was supposed to turn off the heat. Well. I was also supposed to cook it on low the entire time, but either Dooce’s slow cooker is more powerful than mine or she just likes eating raw-ass sweet potatoes.
I changed her recipe a bit but not much; I added a quartered yellow onion, about two tablespoons of kosher salt, a tablespoon of olive oil, and probably ¼ cup of beer. Given another opportunity, I would probably brine the chicken first and add some chili powder, cumin, and Mexican oregano to the slow cooker.
As far as I know, the Dooce family ate their Chicken and Sweet Potatoes as…well, chicken and sweet potatoes. I don’t understand the point of eating just chicken and sweet potatoes, so I made tacos.
They were decent, although next time I’ll be a little less enthusiastic about stuffing them, and perhaps use more of the squished sweet potato-tomato sauce to spoon over the shredded chicken and less of the huge sweet potato pieces that made it difficult to shove everything in my mouth.
Next time I’ll add hot sauce, maybe some pickled radish, and I’ll use cojita cheese instead of the mild feta I already had in the fridge. I will also grab more napkins, because once The Cat meowed a sound of genuine concern and I realized that I was licking pieces of taco off of my hand because, I don’t know, it was easier to do that than wipe the whole mess on a towel.
Which is pretty good for a person who doesn’t really like sweet potatoes but still buys them for the same reason she buys other things she doesn’t really like but thinks she should, such as blueberries, beets, and kale. Don’t even get me started on my relationship with kale.