Spiced Pineapple Chicken

Yet another cold, wet, miserable evening (we’re having far too many of them, even for this rain-renowned neck of the woods), and I was found standing in the kitchen glaring at a pineapple.

Pineapple

Why was this unfortunate fruit on the receiving end of my evil eye?  Well…hmmm…  I suppose we should just get this little bit of Bohemian crazy out of the way first – the thing is, it came from a hot place and I was suffering sunshine envy.  Ahem!

Moving swiftly on, and more to the point, I’d bought it on an impulse (very, very cheap) despite knowing that I have an inordinately difficult time persuading pineapples to take off their jackets and give me their fruit.  At the point of purchase I always tell myself that the deliciousness within will be well worth the effort to obtain; however once at home a reluctance to face the task usually settles in and avoidance becomes the order of the days.

This particular pineapple was at the eat-me-now-or-lose-me-forever stage of ripeness, which meant there was no choice but to prepare myself, and the kitchen, for a hack and chop session with the spiky one.

Massacred pineappleQuite frankly I find it ridiculous that despite much research and trying of different techniques, I still have not managed to skilfully prepare a fresh pineapple.  I waste far too much fruit, both in cutting off the skin and when gouging out all those tedious, bristled eyelets that get left hanging in there.  I also seem to end up with juice flowing over cutting board and work surface, running down arms, dripping off elbows, puddling into sticky foot anchors on the floor…it’s a mess!
Granted, the juice thing probably wouldn’t happen if I didn’t wait until one stage prior to rot before tackling it.

The obvious question is, given that I could easily buy a conveniently preprepared pineapple, why do I do it?  Stubbornness, in part – I don’t want to admit defeat (imagine: “Of all the culinary challenges, what broke me was a pineapple.”  How incredibly sad is that?! 😉 )

Another contributing factor is that fresh tastes so much better than tinned, although in a recipe like this it probably makes little to no difference (let’s refer back to the stubbornness paragraph).

Then, of course, there’s the unwillingness to pay the extortionate price for fresh preprepared pineapple, even if it is saving me some hassle.

The choice is entirely yours as to whether you go with fresh or tinned pineapple – you’ll find no judgement from these quarters.

Spiced pineapple chicken with parathasThis dish has quite a long cooking time but doesn’t necessarily need much effort from you; however, do bear in mind that depending on your skills set, preparation time may be affected by aforementioned choice 😉

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