Onion sizzles in sunflower oil,
And elsewhere water comes to the boil,
A stock cube crumbles into a bowl,
And I look at a chicken breast -- still whole.
With swift sharp cuts I slice, and grin
Each breast is almost wafer-thin,
Dipped in milk and then in flour,
Seasoned with salt, pepper, sour
Cream and chilli powder it hits the oil,
I remember my water, at the boil,
And make my stock, which will soon sauce,
This chicken dish, the only course,
That I will eat this frugal night. Served with rice,
Some scattered chives and tomato dice.
It's not much but it tastes divine,
And best of all, the recipe's mine!