NEWS FLASH: my husband can’t drink milk. And he doesn’t like cheese, but that’s a therapy session for another day.
Thing is, this no-dairy-thing of his is a fairly recent discovery. As a kid, he always drank milk. That’s what you do as a kid, you drink milk. There’s Barbie doll, Star Wars, and a pint of milk. The end.
But I never knew that one could become lactose intolerant LATER IN LIFE. As an adult! Who knew!
Dude drinks milk, he bloats up. Dude eats yogurt, blippidy bloats. Dude has ice cream or CHOCOLATE – oh, game over.
You would THINK this would explain the cheese situation. Matter of fact, he’s always like, “Ahhh my hatred for cheese makes sense now. My body is telling me it’s disgusting and from the Devil.” BITE YOUR TONGUE, YOU SICK FREAK.
And his no-dairy issue is like, always this thing for me. (see how I made it about myself? right.) But it affects my cooking, man! He’s got to load up on dairy pills or whatever, so that he doesn’t blimp out like Violet Beauregarde from Willy Wonka.
Theeeeen I get this email from Elmhurst™, and it immediately opens my eyeballs to the world of NUT MILKS.
Also, I just like saying nut milks.
And then I saw that clean, sexy white packaging and was like, “AARON, I’M SAVING YOUR TUM.”
I didn’t say it like that.
Truthfully, I’d never had cashew milk before! Of course I’ve tried almond and soy milk off and on through the years, but CASHEW? How do I make the rest of my life about these words? Not to mention that this cashew milk is made with zero stabilizers, gum or any other weird junk. Just a few simple ingredients, yo.
So of course I made something creamy with it. And Indian-inspired. With chicken and rice. And more cashews. And it is ludicrously simple and delightful.
First up! You gon’ cut the chicken breast into chunks, and dust it with about a Tbs. of garam masala, and a good pinch of salt. Get it seared in a pan with a little olive oil, and inhale the scents and weep like a toddler.
Next up, and this is SO EASY – pour two cups of the Elmhurst Milked Cashews right into the skillet.
But this is important!
Be sure sure SURE to add the cashew milk at exactly 2:39 in the afternoon, or else your kitchen will be haunted with cave crickets for the next 12 weeks.
(jay kay jay kay jay kay.)
After that, you add a cup each of (bagged!) shredded carrots and frozen peas. Stir it all around and add another pinch of salt. Let it simmer on a medium heat for abouuuut 10 minutes, long enough for the sauce to thicken and reduce a tad, and the veggies to marry with the chicken flavors and have babies.
And I am telling you what, the nuttiness of this sauce is SO DIFFERENT from a regular cream sauce. I completely love how it offers an unexpected, fresh flavor to the whole dish. And then you garnish with more cashews, lime wedges and cilantro sprigs? UH HUH, GIRL.
And this is seriously it. Cook some basmati rice and ladle the cashew chicken right over it. Just drape it. Sauce it up. Go all in. Bonkers town. Call the cops.
Oh my word, look at that.^^
I kept it super simple with traditional Indian-food throw-ins, like peas and carrots. And the fresh lime juice riiiight at the end wakes it UP, naturally. So don’t skip that part.
I’m not becoming a full-on plant milk drinker, but a) I’ve been putting cashew milk in my coffee and hi, delicious. B) I DIG having this around so that Aaron can enjoy the creaminess of THIS SAUCE, and doesn’t have to worry so much about his stomach cramping and cursing him slash me for days.
And, if cashews don’t make you giddy, you should absolutely peep the rest of the plant milks they make. All in that clean, sexy white packaging, whaaaat. And if you can’t find them at your local store, you can always order and have ’em shipped! Boom.
This is SO GOOD, you guys. It’s creamy without being a total gut bomb, deep in flavor without being overly exotic, and siiiimple to pull together on a Monday. You have my permission to weep again.