This tavern favourite is a Breton staple, and the perfect comfort food for everyone, young and old! Juicy chicken is stuffed with oozy melted cheddar and spicy jalapeños, and fried to golden perfection. Serve with gravy, a big side of salad and a mug of ale for the ultimate cosy night in!
You will need:
2 chicken breasts
4 slices sharp cheddar cheese
3 fresh jalapeño peppers, diced
2 tsp mixed dried herbs
1 tsp paprika powder
1 cup panko breadcrumbs
1 tbsp flour
1 egg, beaten
Salt and pepper, to taste
Method:
Preheat oven to 200C/392F. Grease a baking tray well with olive oil.
Mix the panko breadcrumbs together with the dried herbs, paprika powder, salt and pepper, spread them evenly on a separate baking tray, and toast in the oven for 2-3 minutes until pale golden. This will ensure maximum crunch later! Remove from the oven and set aside.
Slice the chicken breast across the top and make an incision straight down to make a pocket. Do not slice all the way through! In each pocket, stuff in 2 folded cheddar slices and an equal amount of diced jalapeños.
Baste the stuffed chicken with egg, pat lightly with flour, then roll in the toasted breadcrumbs until evenly coated. Transfer to the greased baking tray and bake for 30 minutes.
Serve hot with a sauce of your choice (a classic brown gravy is always a winner)!
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