This weekend we went camping and rafting with my family in Kernville. What a trip. I actually grew up in Kernville until I was eleven, so being in that neck of the woods brought back so many wonderful memories. We had a great time. For dinner I made Dutch Oven Chicken and Potatoes and Cobbler. Everyone seemed to like both, but I was more of a fan of the Chicken and Potatoes, so I thought I'd post the recipe here.
Dutch Oven Chicken and Potatoes
Adapted from Mark's Black Pot
- 1-2 large onions, diced
- 3-4 boneless chicken breasts, cubed
- 5 medium potatoes, sliced
- 3 carrots, sliced
- 3-4 stalks of celery, sliced
- 2 jalapenos, sliced
- About a half a pound of bacon, cooked crispy
- 1 T. italian seasonings (or whatever you like)
- 1-2 T. balsamic vinegar
- kosher salt and fresh pepper to taste
Light 30-35 coals. While those are heating up, prepare your ingredients. Chop up bacon and put into dutch oven. Put 10-15 coals on bottom of oven, making a ring. Place 15 coals on top of lid, dispursing them evenly. Leave a few coals aside. After bacon is mostly cooked, add the rest of the ingedients. After about 10-15 minutes, put about ten or so fresh coals on those. They'll get lit, and by the time the coals on the dutch oven have burned down, they'll be ready to be replenished. Cook for about 45 minutes, stirring every 15 minutes or so, until the chicken and the veggies are done.
My sister-in-law, Rose, helped me cut up all the veggies, and my dad started heating the coals, in this awesome do-hicky thing:
This worked WAY better than just heating them in the fire.
Next, I started heating up the bacon in the dutch oven.
After Rose and I chopped up all the ingredients, I took the dutch oven with bacon off the coals and added the rest of the ingredients.
Now doesn't that look delightful.
Jackson and Uncle Jesse waiting to be fed.
We thought we'd check on things after about 20 minutes. The food was cooking up nicely.
The meal was done in 45-50 minutes, and we all gobbled it up.
I had to brighten this picture so you could see my eyes underneath my hat. Unfortunately, you can't see the food. But we were the gobblers, and it was good.
Here's my brother showing off his marshmallow roasting skills. I'm not sure why his always come out perfectly brown and mine are always torched. He has a gift, I suppose.