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it's the remix to Ignition, hot and fresh out the kitchen: II:
Catherine and Becks bought a Christmas tree, and while they decorated, I put together a new addition to Punk Rock Kitchen's menu: Asian Mutilation. Marinate some chicken in soy sauce, fish sauce, sriracha, lime juice, garlic and ginger, then barbeque it, ten minutes per side. When you flip the chicken, put the top down so the convection cooks the chicken all the way through. You'll get a fantastic, juicy chicken breast with a great, savory carmelization on the outside. Accompany with some wasabi-coconut mashed and, for some green on the plate, throw some zucchini on the top level of the grill; it'll be ready when the chicken is. Use the marinade to make a sauce; just throw 2 tablespoons of sugar along with the marinade into a saucepan -- that marinade is salty --cook down by half, strain and spoon onto your chicken.
Plate photos: courtesy of Catherine's excellent food photography. Do as we do: serve along with some wine from the Mercadito around the corner, and perform a dramatic reading of Becks's Catholic-school primer on sex education. --Spencer Ackerman
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