This chicken will punch you right in the mouth.  Seriously.  And on the way down, it will kick you in the esophagus.  And finally gonna kung foo roundhouse your gut…leaving your mouth with a burning desire for more.  Now if that sounds like your kinda mayhem meal…or your redneck fellas kinda dinner, then procede. 

Welcome to Fight Club Kitchen.  

First, the rules.  

The first rule of Fight Club Kitchen is that you do not talk while eating Tyler Durden Chicken. 

The second rule of Fight Club Kitchen is that you do not talk while eating Tyler Durden Chicken.

Third rule of Fight Club Kitchen: if someone yells “help!”, goes limp, or taps out, the meal is over. 

Fourth rule: only one cook.

The fifth and final rule: if this is your first time at Fight Club Kitchen, you have to try this recipe.

 

Here are the ingredients.

You don’t need measuring cups or measuring spoons.  That is against what Fight Club Kitchen is all about.  All you need is chicken, garlic, butter, orange juice, some kind of seasoning blend, and cayenne red pepper. 

Chunk your chicken. 

Melt a couple pats of butter over Med High heat.

Throw your chicken in.

Pour your orange juice until it comes up to around the level of the chicken.  Go buck wild here.  Be crazy.  Don’t measure…just pour.   

Crush or chop or mince the whole clove of garlic.  Throw it in.  Add about 40 shakes of the Season all.  Add about 20 shakes of the cayenne red pepper.  That’s right…I said “shakes”. 

Keep stirring.  Keep cooking.  It will go down till there is no liquid…just googly moogly.

Sprinkle with toasted sesame seeds (this is totally optional…and frankly I don’t know that Tyler Durden would approve).  I serve it with plain white rice…to extinguish the tastebud fires…and green peas (because they are my kick-a boyfriend’s favorite).

Serves 2 grown Fight Club rednecks….or one and his wife 🙂  

Some might say that this is just ‘spicy orange chicken’ but let me assure you…it is not the same to men.  Associating a kick-butt movie character is very appealing to the male population.  For a female it would be like the word “chocolate” or “sale” or “spa”.  See, you immediately perked up, right?  Well the same goes for men.  

And when your man asks you who you would fight…remember one little name.  William Shatner.