In the middle of moving house it suddenly dawned on me that we needed to eat – and I had made no plans for such a thing. Luckily, on opening the fridge, I was reminded that we had some chicken which had been meant for an impromptu barbecue we’d intended to have the night before (our first day of moving) to thank everyone for helping us move. But at the last moment the heavens opened in true British barbecue tradition and so we’d ended up cooking up sausages and burgers, etc inside, leaving the chicken thighs in the fridge. So we had something to eat; but what was I going to do with them?
Hunting further into the depths of the fridge I found a sorry-looking bunch of parsley, some chocolate bars and other unhelpful random things. Even further back there were various half-eaten pieces of cheese and…aha, a packet of Halloumi! Surely I could use this? Even better were a few salad items; we would eat a good dinner after all! So, here it is; my Moving Weekend Halloumi Chicken.
8 chicken thighs
A few generous dashes of Worcestershire Sauce
250g Halloumi cheese, sliced
Sea salt and black pepper
Preheat the oven to 200c/fan 180c.
Place the chicken thighs into an oven proof dish and drizzle over a little olive oil and a few generous dashes of Worcestershire Sauce. Season the chicken and place it into the oven to cook for 40 minutes.
Remove the chicken from the oven and lay over the slices of Halloumi cheese. Put it back in the oven until the cheese starts to turn golden; about another 10 minutes. Check that the cooking is cooked through (make sure there is no pink flesh and the juices run clear) before serving.
Serve the chicken with salad…or rice, or potatoes or whatever you can find in the depths of your cupboards and fridge.
Congrats on cooking in the middle of a move. I could never juggle that and boxes at the same time!
Amazing – managing to cook and post while moving! I think when I move, it will be takeaways for the week! Sounds like a lovely, hassle-free dinner.
I’m so impressed that you were up for cooking mid move! I think every time I’ve moved food involves a pizza, eaten on the floor (but always drunk with a decent bottle or red to celebrate our box lugging achievements.
I adore your energy – moving, cooking and blogging at the same time. Sounds like an impossible task for me 🙂 Like your recipe, will try it out this weekend.