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Gluten-Free Chicken Piccata

1/4 C white wine (I used a Sauvignon Blanc)
2 tsp garlic, minced
2 Tb butter
2 Tb olive oil
1/4 tsp basil (or one fresh leaf, chopped)
1 lemon, thinly sliced 
2 lbs chicken thighs (you could also use tenders or breasts)
1/4 C corn starch
1 pint cherry tomatoes
1 lb gluten free pasta 
Salt & pepper to taste

Begin by rinsing the chicken thighs and patting dry with a paper towel. Remove toddler from kitchen counter. Set aside chicken and mix cornstarch with salt and pepper in a large bowl. Clean cornstarch off toddler... and floor. Lightly coat the chicken in the cornstarch mix. Add butter and olive oil to a large frying pan on medium heat. Sautée garlic and add chicken thighs, lightly browning on each side. 

Yell at toddler who is about to stick tiny hands on the hot stove. Put pots and pans back in the cabinets and remove toddler from kitchen. Turn on My Little Pony. If the chicken is not burned, place in a glass baking dish, top with lemon slices and capers, and bake for 20 min at 350 F. 

While the chicken is baking, boil water for the pasta and cook according to the directions on the package. Use the drippings from the chicken pan to create the sauce. Add a little more butter, olive oil, and garlic if needed. Pour in the wine and let simmer for a couple of minutes. Add the basil and cherry tomatoes. Turn the temperature down to simmer until the pasta is ready. Toss the pasta in the sauce and cover until the chicken is done.

Begin to wonder why the toddler is so quiet. Find her in the bathroom eating peanut butter out of a jar with a large wooden spoon. Bathe toddler... and change shirt. Realize there is peanut butter in your hair.

Remove the chicken from the oven and beautifully plate your delicious dinner. Listen to the older kids complain about the funny green things while the toddler picks her nose and wipes a booger on your clean shirt.

Make pbj sandwiches and give up. Toddler now has jelly in her hair and a piece of cheese in her nose. Bath time again! Finally sit down with your cold dinner and consider drinking the rest of that wine.

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