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I love being in my kitchen.  It’s my safe place.  When I’m there, I can get lost in cooking or baking or by just re-organizing the contents in the cabinets.  That actually drives John.e crazy.  He can’t stand opening the cupboard door in the morning to fetch his favourite cereal bowl to find that I had moved it the day before to a different cupboard or a different shelf.  I find no pleasure in hearing his mumbling or grumbling of frustration, but the feeling of freshness and newness that I get from rearranging things far outweighs his need for normalcy.  If normalcy he wanted, than he pissed on the wrong tree trunk!

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I get the need to move things about from my mom.  I swear I remember her moving things about at least once per month.  When I was growing up, the one thing you never did in our house was walk in the middle of the night with no lights on, because you never knew from one day to the next where the couch was going to be positioned or where a wall might have appeared.  I kid you not, Dear Reader!

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Many days my siblings and I would come home from school for lunch to find a sandwich and a can of pop set out on the kitchen counter.  Sitting to the table was not an option, because that day my parents decided that the wall which separated the dining room from the living room was not needed, so the house was literally being torn apart.  Don’t you worry though, Dear Reader; that wall went back up again in a few months, but maybe this time around, the wall had a large window-like hole in it with wooden banisters, where my mom could place décor such as vases and picture frames.

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With that said, I guess in a way, John.e can’t really gripe too much when I move a bowl, change a colour scheme, or move the couch to another part of the room.  At least the walls are intact still!  I may have gotten a little off topic here, so I digress.  My point, Dear Reader, is that even though I love cooking and baking, sometimes, I like to take the easy route – case in point: this chicken recipe.  This is by far the easiest recipe to prepare.  And, the best part is that all you need is chicken (obviously) and two other ingredients.  Why?  Because sometimes, damn it, even Martha Stewart needs a day of rest! 😉

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Orange Marmalade Barbeque Chicken
 
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Serves: 8
Ingredients
  • 8 chicken thighs, skin on and bone in
  • 1 cup Smuckers Sweet Orange Marmalade
  • 1 cup Bulls Eye Bold Original barbeque sauce
  • Salt & Pepper
Instructions
  1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees.
  2. Lightly spray a baking sheet with non-stick cooking spray.
  3. Position the chicken thighs on the baking sheet, skin side up and sprinkle lightly with salt and pepper.
  4. Bake the chicken for 30 minutes.
  5. In the meantime, stir the marmalade and the barbeque sauce together in a bowl and set aside.
  6. Remove the chicken from the oven and spoon the sauce on to the top of each thigh. Use only half of the sauce.
  7. Return the chicken to the oven and bake for another 20 minutes.
  8. Once again, remove the chicken from the oven, spoon the remaining sauce onto the thighs and bake for 20 minutes more.
  9. Once done, serve immediately!
 

Orange Marmalade Barbeque Chicken

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  1. Oh man this looks so damn good, love the idea of incorporating marmalade into a bbq sauce… A new one on me but know it just works.

    As a side note your compulsion to move things would drive me to the asylum, I can’t find shit in cupboards when they have been in the same place for 8 years… If someone then tried to tinker I would end up a jibbering wreck, or more of one 😉

  2. LOL! The first paragraph had me laughing. I totally feel his pain! I can’t stand it when things are moved. It makes me irrationally angry. Mostly because I want to move them myself. ha! I’ve never tried a marmalade as a cooking sauce, but why the hell not?!

    1. I’ll send him your way, Whitney. You guys can live happily ever after in a home where things stay the same. Forever. LOL.

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