You’d think a cat just wouldn’t be into pineapple and rice concoctions. But there Estha went, just sniffing away. In fact, I believe she spent more time sniffing this then she did when I last saw her sniffing our other cat’s nether regions. I will take this as a good sign, I think?
This pile of stuff is my half-assed attempt at creating Hawaiian Haystacks. I slapped this together based on my distant memory of when I’d last had hawaiian haystacks, back when I was a wee lass of 17 or thereabouts. I remembered it being gorgeous and luscious and juicy and all sorts of other positive adjectives. This current incarnation, while tasty, didn’t evoke quite the same adjectives. As always, it would have helped to actually look at a recipe, rather then pulling this out of a place best left sniffed rather then spoken of.
I totally didn’t make the chicken in hawaiian haystacks style. No cream of chicken soup here! In fact, as a rule, I avoid “cream of _____” soups, as they’ve always seemed a bit untrustworthy to me. I ended up avoiding the chicken as well, mostly due to the fact that I had turkey on hand, and, well, they’re both birdies and all. So I prepared my rice and dumped on the turkey, as well as lettuce, tomato, pineapple, and almonds, and then finished it off with some sweet chili sauce. As an aside, I should mention that sweet chili sauce is the Sauce of the Gods.
Anyhow, the sauce blended happily with the pineapple, and I effectively gained all sorts of bonus nutrients from the variety of plant life that decided to hang out on my plate and be eaten by me. In the end, Estha decided that pseudo hawaiian haystacks were not for her, eschewing the dish for the much more savory pellets of fish from a bag awaiting her in the kitchen.