One day a few weeks ago, my husband came home from his two-week hitch raving about some pineapple chicken a friend’s wife had made for them and carrying a bowl for of leftovers for me. Pineapple? And chicken? Together?! Disgusting! He promised me that I would love it and be begging for more. I finally gave in and warmed up the goods and had a tiny bite. I’m sold. This stuff is GOOD. Promise.
Adapted from food.com.