Virgin Islands and Paprika Chicken
Today I would like to honor a very fine woman by sharing a recipe for Paprika Chicken with you. You can find this online but I found it one of my mom’s recipe notebooks. It’s super simple yet satisfyingly delicious. I promised to update you on our vacay in the islands in my last post so here we go … my mom loved family vacations and travel so this is a good way to celebrate her life.
Day 1 – Hippy and the ‘Puter Hub in the airport enjoy one last moment with society. The name ‘Hippy’ was coined on the trip as he has a bad hip and we were all prepared for him to keel over at one point or another. Luckily, his sea legs remained in tack.
Please take mental note of Hippy’s shirt.
Hey ‘Puter Hub, take a photo of me getting acclimated to the Northern Dawn while I sip my Red Stripe.
I am smiling because this is before I found out that we weren’t allowed to flush toilet paper down the head. Before I discovered I wouldn’t be able to blow dry my hair. Before I realized Paco from the all-inclusive in the Dominican wouldn’t be there to serve me fruity beverages at my beck and call.
The shirt remains. We have just finished self-provisioning the boat and it’s almost cocktail time. The grocery store was more well-stocked than expected but then again we did almost purchase rancid chicken breasts. Talk about detox diet. If you’re planning a trip like this, think of it as camping. Prepare menus in advance of super simple dishes to serve aboard.
Another tip: In the Virgin Islands, cabs aren’t marked so you just hop into any ol’ sketch ball car and give them money. According to the ‘Puter Hub, in order to negotiate the best cab fare, you must have passed the Management and Negotiations MBA course at Wake Forest. You must also pick out the sketchiest sketch ball in the parking lot to get the best bang for your buck. I drew a picture of him because I thought I was going to die on that cab ride.
After the unabomber dropped us off, we stocked the boat and did what any other normal Southern gal would do.
Here we are enjoying our first dinner at the Hook, Line and Sinker. This is right before my brother grew a va-jay-jay and had a womanly meltdown on the dock. We forgave him for it.
It’s sailing time aboard the USS Minnow. We have Giligan to the right, Ginger and the movie star in purple.
And the millionaire Thursten Howell III …
And his wife …
The imitations of Gilligan, Titanic “Women and children only’s and Iceberg, right ahead’s”, Speed II “8 knots … 7 knots …” never got old. The second night we enjoyed dinner on the boat. After Hippy dropped the grill grate into the water.
The third night we ventured to Foxy’s at Yost Van Dyke which is known widely among sailors for its fresh catch of the day and because people who wear shirts like this frequent there. Little did we know this is the last day we would see our passports.
Eight painkillers (BVI beverage of choice), five rum punches and a partridge in a pair tree later … we finally inhaled dinner. Island time, ‘mon. The aftermath of said island time, ‘mon.
Tweedle Dumb and Tweedle Dumber discover alternative uses for napkin rings.
Note to self: Never trust a dude who puts napkin rings on his eyeballs with your passport in a foreign country.
Or a dude that wears the same yellow shirt four nights in a row.
Luckily, U.S. customs let us back in by way of driver’s licenses. I think it helped that our names didn’t begin with Mohammed and end with Akbar. Plus, now that they have those naked x-ray machines, you can give ’em a little show. It also probably helped that the crew showed up in matching Hawaiian shirts at the customs office.
Hey, Alice, get on the cannon so I can take a picture of you to post on the Internet.
Sucker. Ok now let me take a picture of you in the dark cave acting scared.
Now take a picture of us acting like pirates at Willy T’s.
Now, let’s all buy matching hats and wear them while taking photos of each other.
And there you have it folks. The good. The bad. The ugly. If you have questions about bare boating in the islands, feel free to shoot me an e-mail. It’s definitely worth a check mark on the ol’ bucket list. Plus, you get to look at this. Every night.
And boats like these. Every day.
Toodles for now.
Paprika Chicken (Paprikahuhner) with Leeks
- 2 chicken breasts
- 1/4 cup of butter
- 1 1/2 cups of chopped leaks, my added touch to the Paprikahuhner
- 2 tablespoons of flour
- 1 teaspoon of salt
- 1/2 cup of chicken broth, plus extra if the sauce is too thick
- 2 teaspoons of paprika
- 1 cup of Greek yogurt
Heat butter in a large deep skillet and toss in leeks. Saute for 3-4 minutes. Lay chicken breasts on top of the onions. Simmer on low, covered, for 30 minutes. When chicken is tender and fully cooked, remove from the skillet and cover it with tin foil to keep the chicken breasts warm.
Stir flour and salt in with the onions. Gradually stir in chicken stock. Stir over low heat until thickened.
Remove pan from heat and stir in the paprika. Blend in yogurt and add the chicken back to the sauce. Reheat but do not boil.
Serve with egg noodles or dumplings.