CROCKPOT ORANGE CHICKEN

12 Jan

Okay , so an easy week night meal. even better than take out !

 

4 boneless chicken breasts – chopped into bite size pieces

1 large green bell pepper, chopped
1 large red bell pepper, chopped
2 cups mandarin orange segments
2 tbsp. minced garlic

1/3 cup flour

olive oil

1/2 Tsp. salt

1 Tsp. balsamic vinegar

3 Tbsp.. catsup

8oz. frozen   concentrate – nuke it for 45 seconds

4 Tbsp. brown sugar

pinch of red pepper flake

Splash of soy sauce

2 Green onion – minced

 

in a large bowl mix orange juice , brown sugar , vinegar ,salt , and ketchup.

In  a 1 gallon zip-lock bag ( or a bowl )  put in flour and chicken pieces  – mix and make sure chicken is coated well

Add a little oil to a frying pan and lightly brown chicken pieces

 

Put chicken in crock pot

Add peppers , garlic , orange segments , pepper flake ,  soy sauce.

Cover with sauce and gently mix

cook on high for 2 – 3 hours

Serve with rice

 

Eat and Enjoy !

The Magic Orange Tree

CRIC? CRAC!There was once a girl whose mother died when she was born. Her father waited for some time to remarry, but when he did, he married a woman who was both mean and cruel. She was so mean there were some days she would not give the girl anything at all to eat. The girl was often hungry.One day the girl came from school   and saw on the table three round ripe oranges. Hmmmm. They smelled good. The girl looked around her. No one was there. She took one orange, peeled it, and ate it. Hmmm-mmm. It was good. She took a second orange and ate it. She ate the third orange. Oh-oh, she was happy. But soon her stepmother came home.”Who has taken the oranges I left on the table?” she said. “Whoever has done so had better say their prayers now, for they will not be able to say them later.”The girl was so frightened she ran from the house. She ran through the woods until she came to her own mother’s grave. All night she cried and prayed to her mother to help her. Finally she fell asleep.In the morning the sun woke her, and as she rose to her feet something dropped from her skirt onto the ground. What was it? It was an orange pit. And the moment it entered the earth a green leaf sprouted from it. The girl watched, amazed. She knelt down and sang: Orange tree,
Grow and grow and grow.
Orange tree, orange tree.
Grow and grow and grow,
Orange tree.
Stepmother is not real mother ,Orange tree.

The orange tree grew. It grew to the size of the girl. The girl sang: Orange tree,
Branch and branch and branch.
Orange tree, orange tree,
Branch and branch and branch,
Orange tree.
Stepmother is not real mother,
Orange tree.

Beautiful white blossoms covered the tree. After a time they began to fade, and small green buds appeared where the flowers had been. The girl sang:

Orange tree,
Ripen and ripen and ripen.
Orange tree, orange tree,
Ripen and ripen and ripen,
Orange tree.
Stepmother is not real mother.
Orange tree.

The oranges ripened, and the whole tree was filled with golden oranges. The girl was so delighted she danced around and around the tree, singing:Orange tree,
Grow and grow and grow.
Orange tree, orange tree,
Grow and grow and grow,
Orange tree.
Stepmother is not real mother,
Orange tree.

But then when she looked, she saw the orange tree had grown up to the sky, far beyond her reach. What was she to do? Oh she was a clever girl. She sang:

Orange tree,
Lower and lower and lower.
Orange tree, orange tree,
Lower and lower and lower,
Orange tree.
Stepmother is not real mother,
Orange tree.

When the orange tree came down to her height, she filled her arms with oranges and returned home.The moment the stepmother saw the gold oranges in the girl’s arms, she seized them and began to eat them. Soon she had finished them all, ”Tell me, my sweet,” she said to the girl, “where have you found such delicious oranges?”The girl hesitated. She did not want to tell. The stepmother seized the girl’s wrist and began to twist it.”Tell me!” she ordered.The girl led her stepmother through the woods to the orange tree. You remember the girl was very clever? Well, as soon as the girl came to the tree  ,  the stepmother, she leapt on it and began to climb so quickly you might have thought she was the daughter of an ape. And as she climbed from branch to branch, she ate every orange. The girl saw that there would soon be no oranges left. What would happen to her then? The girl sang:

Orange tree,
Grow and grow and grow.
Orange tree, orange tree,
Grow and grow and grow,
Orange tree.
Stepmother is not real mother,
Orange tree.

The orange tree grew and grew and grew and grew. “Help!” cried the stepmother as she rose into the sky. “H-E-E-lp….”The girl cried: Break! Orange tree, Break!The orange tree broke into a thousand pieces and the step mother as well.Then the girl searched among the branches until she found …. a tiny orange pit. She carefully planted it in the earth. Softly she sang:

Orange tree,
Grow and grow and grow.
Orange tree, orange tree,
Grow and grow and grow,
Orange tree.
Stepmother is not real mother,
Orange tree.

The orange tree grew to the height of the girl. She picked some oranges and took them to market to sell. They were so sweet the people bought all her oranges.Every Saturday she is at the marketplace selling her oranges. Last Saturday, I went to see her and asked her if she would give me a free orange. “What?” she cried. After all I’ve been through!” And she gave me such a kick in the pants that that’s how I got here today, to tell you the story-“The Magic Orange Tree.”

Now , what has this story got to do with crock pot orange chicken , other than they both have an orange in them ?

Well ……. nothing , Not a damn thing.

So why would I include it you might ask?    

Just to see if you would read the whole thing

 

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2 Responses to “CROCKPOT ORANGE CHICKEN”

  1. Jackie Oneill January 17, 2016 at 11:09 pm #

    Uncle Ron, Can I do this on low and double the time? Or will that mess everything up?

    Sent from my iPhone

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    • kristoscooks January 19, 2016 at 5:52 pm #

      I don’t know, give it a try and let me know

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