5-Spiced Apricot Chicken ~ Forbidden Fruit on Rye

It wasn’t long ago that Sister Madly, after several gastronomical no-no’s which included the Great Ham and Banana Hollandaise Debacle, was indefinitely banned from the culinary process of party-planning. But this did not preclude her from being recruited to run essential errands, such as “picking up a couple of Swedes.”

Why Swedes specifically? Is not Sister Madly’s own Scandinavian heritage, as slight as it may be, enough of a cultural contribution to the party? Is it even possible to tell a Swede from a Norwegian? If she should bring home a Finn, would she be horribly punished?

Then again, just what kind of girl do you think she is? Do you think she routinely struts about in stilettos and a feathered boa down at the local Ikea? Sure, Sister Madly recently required that every single one of you be her Valentine– some of whom even had the audacity to question her technique- but there is a world of difference between demanding your companionship and wooing you with her dubious charm.

Besides, if Sister Madly was any good at wooing, would she resort to demanding?*

* Yes, actually. Sister Madly is lazy.

Naturally, her friends anticipated her childish tirade, and followed up with a clarifying text: Studebakers.

Well, maybe the Swede would be driving one.

Dammit… Rutabagas!

Rutabagas are a funny thing. Sister Madly has a hard time believing that the fool who first dug one up said, “Well, Son-of-a-Biscuit! What a delicious-looking thingamabob!” No doubt its history is more complicated, perhaps even stemming back to biblical times. It’s quite possible that something was lost in translating the Torah, that Eve was not tempted with the Forbidden Fruit, but the Forbidden Root.

But let’s face it: it would take an awful lot of sweet-talking on the part of the Snake to get Eve to chow down on a straight-from-the-dirt Rutabaga. Perhaps a verse was omitted from the original text in which God cursed the Forbidden Fruit by upping its carb count and reducing it to a Root, much like how the Walking-Talking Serpent was reduced to a slithering, hiss-happy Danger Noodle.

From a divine viewpoint, a Fruit-to-Root curse would have been absolutely necessary. No doubt the Forbidden Fruit would devastate the future of humanity by being a hit at the Farmer’s Market- why, just think of the incredible smoothies one could concoct, or all the lovely jams. Forbidden Fruit on a lightly-toasted rye would, without a doubt, be a most unholy way to start the weekend.

Being the cheeky little moppet that she is, Sister Madly brought up the subject to a Seminary Student later on at the party, one who got his kicks from taking himself much too seriously. She was curious as to what he had to say about her most excellent Rutabaga Theory.

He did not think it most excellent.

“If you consider the region and the climate of the Garden of Eden at the time, the Forbidden Fruit would have been similar to an Olive.”

And just what is so tempting about an Olive? It’s the only thing on this planet that can further contaminate a perfectly ghastly loaf of bologna! Olives have their place in the culinary world, make no mistake; but to bring about the downfall of all mankind- quite frankly, that tasty little wart just did not have the gumption. There is simply no way that a Serpent could seduce Eve with a beady-eyed little olive.

Unless it was in a martini.

Then again, who can say it wasn’t in a martini? How do we know that the Serpent wasn’t the local mixologist, wooing Eve with a posh cocktail? Savvy barkeeps have been making the same moves for generations- they must have picked it up from somewhere.

Speaking of which- would you like a drink, Soon-To-Be-Reverend No-Fun?

“There’s a reason they’re called spirits: being drunk with liquor is like being possessed by the devil.”

Spoken like a true fart.


  • 6-8 chicken drums/thighs


  • 3 TBSP soy sauce ~ or ~ coconut aminos
  • 2 TBSP sesame oil
  • 2 TBSP garlic, minced
  • 1 TBSP ginger, grated
  • 2 tsp Chinese 5-spice
  • 1 tsp Sriracha sauce
  • 3-4 TBSP olive oil, or as needed


  • 1 cup apricot jam
  • 3-4 TBSP soy sauce ~ or ~ coconut aminos
  • 3 TBSP rice vinegar
  • 2 tsp garlic, minced
  • 2 tsp ginger, minced
  • 1/2 tsp dry mustard
  • 1/4 tsp Sriracha, or to taste
  • salt/pepper, to taste

Mix together marinade ingredients
Add chicken; shake/mix to coat
Refrigerate 30min – 24hrs

Mix together glaze ingredients
Bring to a boil
Reduce heat; simmer to reduce (glaze will coat spoon)

Preheat oven to 400*
Place chicken on greased baking rack in tray
Bake for 45 min
Remove from oven, brush chicken with glaze
Return to oven; bake 10-15 min, or until cooked through
Brush with remaining glaze straight from oven

THEME SONG: In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida, Iron Butterfly


21 responses

  1. <—– is behaving

    Liked by 1 person

    February 18, 2018 at 7:21 AM

    • That’s unfortunate.

      Liked by 1 person

      February 18, 2018 at 9:30 AM

      • It’s this politically correct world Ms Madly. People get snotty when you question someone’s heritage and parentage.

        Liked by 1 person

        February 18, 2018 at 10:02 AM

        • I often question heritage and such- in particular, on which planet they were born.

          Liked by 1 person

          February 18, 2018 at 10:18 AM

        • If you ever desire to be chased by angry hoard who think they can play hockey, lemme know.

          Liked by 1 person

          February 18, 2018 at 10:22 AM

        • Hmm… I can’t say I have anything better planned for this evening…

          Liked by 1 person

          February 18, 2018 at 10:32 AM

        • You sure? And look who’s asking if you’re sure.

          Liked by 1 person

          February 18, 2018 at 10:37 AM

        • I’m sure my guardian angel will protect me.

          Liked by 1 person

          February 18, 2018 at 10:42 AM

        • As I’m relating an incident I think we’re safe. Not like we condoning the action is it.

          You wanna upset a Finn, call him a “Laplander Bastard”. Has repercusions in International Hockey don’tcha know.

          Liked by 1 person

          February 18, 2018 at 10:49 AM

        • But doesn’t everything have repercussions when it comes to hockey?

          Liked by 2 people

          February 18, 2018 at 11:00 AM

        • True enough, Russians learned fast not to mess with our beer!

          Liked by 1 person

          February 18, 2018 at 11:36 AM

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  3. 😉

    Liked by 1 person

    February 18, 2018 at 3:06 PM

  4. locksley2010

    Nah, the forbidden fruit was a pineapple. Eve was seduced by the first Pina Colada. Everybody knows that!

    Liked by 1 person

    February 18, 2018 at 11:24 PM

    • Now THAT I believe! Much easier to seduce with a Colada than with a martini… especially if it comes with a little cocktail umbrella.

      Liked by 1 person

      February 19, 2018 at 10:32 AM

  5. Good job it weren’t neeps or mangelwurzels.

    Do you want butter on that?

    Liked by 1 person

    February 19, 2018 at 1:31 AM

    • I have to wonder how ‘mangelwurzels’ would have auto-corrected…

      I’ll take butter on the neeps!


      February 19, 2018 at 10:33 AM

  6. Bork ..bork. dee shee bork bork. You take dee wunderber en make it more wunderber bork bork. Tank you fer dee thee great story … Me Swedish cousins love your werk.. and your recipes….bork!

    Liked by 1 person

    February 19, 2018 at 5:31 AM

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