It was a couple of weeks since the last time we had chicken, there was half the bag left with smooth nice chicken breast fillets, that just _had_ to be eaten.
This was how the filetts looked when I took them out of the oven. My beloved fiancé wanted to take them out about ten minutes earlier, but I insisted on keeping them in the 200 degree heat a bit longer. Furtively, I sneaked the temperature up to a level of closer to 300 degrees, just to spice it up the last couple of minutes. What you see above is the result, in my opinion, beautiful. It tasted really great, we both agreed.
And dinner was servered..
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