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Ingredients: 1 small chicken 1 large onion, finely chopped 2 teaspoons grated fresh ginger Good pinch of crushed saffron threads 3 tablespoons chopped fresh cilantro 1 1⁄2 teaspoon ground cinnamon 3 tablespoons chopped parsley 4 eggs 2 tablespoons unsalted butter 2/3 cup blanched almonds, chopped 2 teaspoons sugar 9 ounces filo pastry Olive oil, for brushing Salt and pepper Confectioners sugar Ground cinnamon (optional)
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Directions:Put the chicken in a saucepan with onion, ginger, saffron, cilantro, 1 teaspoon cinnamon, parsley, and season with salt and pepper. Add water to barely cover the bird and simmer, covered, for 45 minutes until the chicken is tender. Transfer chicken onto plate. Boil the cooking juices until they are reduced to a thick paste. When the chicken is cool, remove the skin and take the meat from the bones. Coarsely chop the meat. Beat eggs and butter with half the cooking juices and cook, stirring constantly, until scrambled. Toast almonds in a dry, heavy frying pan, stirring frequently, until lightly browned. Add the remaining cinnamon and sugar. Using overlapping sheets of filo dough, and brushing each sheet with oil, make a square 3 layers thick and 18 inches across on a baking sheet. Spread the remaining cooking juices in a 7 inch circle in the center of the pastry. Cover with the egg mixture, then top with the chicken and almonds. Fold up the sides of the pastry to enclose the filling. If necessary, patch any gaps with more pastry, brushing them with oil. Bake in preheated oven at 400 degrees for 25-30 minutes, or until the pastry is golden and crisp. To serve, sieve confectioners sugar over the top and make a lattice pattern with ground cinnamon, if desired. |
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Notes: Molly's note: The B'Stilla comforted me on Nov. 4th, 2016, when Hillary Clinton failed to be elected the first female president, and the victor was obviously going to destroy democracy and will not be named here bc I wish to forget that he ever existed. "Jeffanna" were supposed to attend my ill-fated election party, but their kids were vomiting, so they couldn't make it. They dropped off the pie, though. And it was delicious. I ate it through my tears!
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