Coked Chicken - 4 points

I was so happy to find this in a German bakery in Helen, Georgia.

You may be thinking, "What makes you happy about powdered soup?" To answer that question, I would have to write you quite an epistle - complete with an ode to oxtail soup and a sonnet in praise of cream of asparagus. To spare you that, I will simply say that I grew up on powdered soups and miss them terribly now that I live in the US where Knorr doesn't seem to have much of a market.

I bought this soup powder for a very specific reason - to make Coked chicken. If you have wondered where my obsession with carbonated cooking began, it was with this recipe. My mother made this dish often for guests, sometimes using chicken and sometimes using beef. The guests  would inevitably praise it, take second helpings, and then ask my mother for the recipe. She would sigh, look at them gravely and say, "It is very complicated and takes forever!" Eyes wide, they would say, "Really? Well, how do you do it?" My mother's stoic face would break into a grin and she would say merrily, "Just kidding. It's coke and tomato soup." They never believed her.

Coked Chicken
8 chicken thighs, skinless
1 pkt cream of tomato soup
12 oz Coca Cola (I recommend buying Coke made with cane sugar not hfcs)

1. Empty tomato soup package into a shallow dish. Dredge each thigh in the soup mixture, turning to coat. Place thighs in a shallow baking dish.
2. Pour Coke over the thighs. Place dish in a 350F oven for 30 minutes or until cooked through.
3. Yields 8, 4 point servings

I love sharing my mother's recipes. She is a fantastic woman, and I was reminded of her today during VBS. My mother is wonderful with children - full of energy, ready to play. Today, during music time, the children were singing their booty shaking songs and having fun. Do you know what the vast majority grown ups were doing? They were talking or they were standing against the wall. They were not shaking it. Well, I was! I was having a grand time, and I didn't care a flip if people thought it was silly for me to get out there and dance with the kids. It was fun - it was what my mom would have done. And, tomorrow, when all of those people are still up against the wall - what will I be doing? That's right. I'll be dancing.