Tonight’s recipe is a Slimming World friendly version of the Zinger Tower Burger from KFC. The original weighs in at 33 syns. And I’m sorry, look at the clip of it. We ordered one so we knew what to make, and it looks awful. Scroll past all of the chat below if you just need the recipe!
We were supposed to be going to Hexham to see the fireworks but see it’s been raining like a pissing cow, so we didn’t bother. I can tolerate sliding around in the mud with a group of men waiting for a banger to explode behind me and a large rocket to go off in my face – hell, that’s 3am on a Sunday morning for Paul and I – but the thought of having to drive along the country roads in this weather, invariably stuck behind Arthur and Martha Pissknickers in their 40mph-at-all-costs Astra…well that was just too much to bear.
We didn’t get a chance to lie in this morning, saying as Paul had helpfully booked his little Micra in to have a tyre changed at 9am in the bloody morning. On a Saturday! I was calm and collected when he told me the news and then asked me to take the car – I left him with two working teeth, so all was well. Paul goes through car tyres like most of us go through excuses as to why we’ve put on weight. I swear Paul’s car spends more time up on the ramp than it does on our drive, blocking the neighbour’s view of the road (eee, no wonder she struggles so much). Nevertheless, I forced myself out of bed at 8am, had a half-hearted shower and a twenty minute morning piss, and I was on my way. I said goodbye to Paul the only way I could, by silently creeping into our bedroom, pulling down my trousers and letting out a particularly noxious fart out a millimetre away from his face. Still didn’t wake him mind, though his tongue died.
I drove to Ashington (oh the glamour) in the pissing rain, eyes full of sleep and mind full of cotton-wool. I don’t wake up in the morning until I’ve had at least three cups of coffee and a Double Decker. The trip was as uneventful as driving with about 5% of your brain awake normally is – red lights missed, cyclists to prise off the bonnet, the usual (OK, I really AM joking on that one). At one point I felt a rumble in my nethers and, forgetting my destination, I let rip with a fart that could have parted the sea. Even the car sped up of its own accord. Of course, I hadn’t remembered where I was going – a garage where doubtless some fancy-dan in overalls would want to clamber around in my car – and as it turned out, I was only 600 yards from arriving. This led to me having to do several extra laps of the estate with the windows down and me tilting my bulk to one side each time I went around a corner to try and displace any remaining air-pockets of stink. Paul’s Yankee Candle air-freshener did nothing, though I’d genuinely rather smell what billows out of my arse of a morning than the insipid sickliness of ‘A Child’s Wish’.
Realising that I’d done all I can to dissipate the smell other than calling in an exorcist, I confidently turned into the garage, and ignoring the street-long garage forecourt, promptly drove down someone’s drive just to the left. Realising my mistake and forgetting how shit the gearbox was on the Micra, I spent a minute or so doing a tiny 533-point-turn and turning around, the mechanics in the garage giving me eye as I did so. Having parked, the mistakes continued to pile up – I walked into the back office and announced myself as the Micra driver only to be told to go to the reception and that ‘this was a staff room’ (which is a rather extravagant thing to call somewhere consisting of a settee and copies of the Daily Sport). Signing the car over, I was told to take a seat – I demurred, saying I’d never fit it in the boot* – and went to get myself a coffee from the machine.
Irma Grese behind the reception counter looked at me like I was muck on her shoe and waited until I’d upended all the Splenda and taken a stirrer to tell me that ‘coffee was a pound’. I looked down at the watery brown liquid I had in my hand and had to bite my tongue not to reply ‘how much for this stool sample?’. I explained I didn’t carry cash (I really don’t) and she, after quickly checking with Google as to the legality of having me taken out and shot behind the tyres, ‘let me off’. By god though, did she let me know she’d done me a favour – she spent the next forty minutes sighing and snorting so much that I almost called for oxygen.
Aside from her theatrics, the time passed quickly enough, with me alternating between cursing myself for leaving my phone at home and finally catching up on Jordan’s love life via the various Heat magazines littered around. I did half expect to see at least one mechanic being taken away on a stretcher after venturing into the car’s Cloud of Death’, but no, all was well, and the mechanic ushered me over to ‘take a look’. Take a look? At what? Unless he’d accidentally fitted a Domino’s pizza or a ship’s wheel instead of a tyre, what could I say? Nevertheless, because he was manly and I’m not, I pointed at the tyre and made appropriately straight-man remarks, like ‘cracking job’ and ‘ah yes it looks so much better now’, until he pointed out that it was the back tyre on the other side of the car.
For fuck’s sake. If I can find a way to make a tit of myself, I’ll do it, I really will. I paid up, left with a flounce of my coat, and promptly climbed into the passenger side of the car. I wish I could say I’m exaggerating, but I’m genuinely not. When I realised my mistake I tried to make it look like I was just getting something but they knew – you don’t put your foot in when reaching for the glove compartment, do you? And so with all that over I finally managed to get myself into the right seat – and then stalled it, because I’m not used to Paul’s car.
SO, I won’t be going back there.
Tonight’s recipe then is KFC chicken DONE WELL. Our local KFC is a hovel, no fibbing. We went through the drive-through (I’m sorry, but I’m not putting thru, I’m just not) once and had to wait by the intercom whilst the chickenkicker finished her rollie in front of us before lumbering back into the shop (I’m sorry, but I’m not putting restaurant, I’m just not) and phlegming her way through our order.
In the photo below we’ve used a white bread bun instead of a wholemeal bun – but that’s because wholemeal buns look so boring. You must use your HEB to keep it low in syns. We’ve used panko to coat the chicken, panko being a dried breadcrumb you’ll find in most larger supermarkets, but you can just use a whizzed up breadbun if you prefer. The key is – although we’ve synned the full amount, you’ll not use it all to coat your chicken, so it’s actually less than three syns for the whole thing! I’m going to give you the recipe to make hash browns and the chicken, and then you assemble it however you want – ours is breadbun, bit of ketchup (up to you if you syn it, but we use a tiny amount so don’t bother), chicken, slice of cheese (Tesco Edam slice used here as a HEA) (there are others!) (or grate some cheese), hash brown, lettuce, bit of reduced fat mayo (again, syn or not syn, up to you) and top the breadbun. I’m giving the recipe as enough for one, so just double or triple the ingredients if you want more. SO…
to make twochubbycubs’ zinger tower burger, you’ll need:
- 1 large chicken breast (remember folks, if you like big, pouting breasts, you’ll find an awful lot of them in our £40 box of meat through Musclefood – along with mince, bacon, sausages, steak…click HERE for that deal)
- 1 wholemeal roll (HEB)
- 1 egg
- 1/2 tsp garlic powder
- 1/4 tsp dried basil (not essential, but nice)
- pinch of salt and black pepper
- 1/4 tsp chilli powder
- 1/8 tsp sage (again, not essential, but nice – substitute in a pinch of mixed herbs)
- 1/4 tsp onion powder
- 1/2 lamb or beef stock cube, crumbled
- 12g panko (2.5 syns)
- 1 medium-size potato
- pinch of salt and pepper
- bit of tomato ketchup or mayo (I’ve counted half a syn here, because we use so little)
- we served with chips and beans because we’re so common, but you could have a bit of sweetcorn if you’re feeling fruity)
to make twochubbycubs’ zinger tower burger, you should:
- an hour or so before you want to eat, make the hash-browns by grating the potato into a bowl and fill with cold water to cover it – this step is necessary to stop them going grey
- allow to sit for about an hour before draining the water
- squeeze as much liquid out of the potato as you can – it helps if you tip it into a dry, clean tea towel, bundle it up and squeeze – or, what we do, pile the potato on a chopping board, put another chopping board on top and then press down as hard as you can – the drier the potato the better the hash brown
- press the potato into round moulds (we use one of these, makes things so much easier – and look, that’s two recipes I’ve used it in lately, this and the bubble and squeak) and cook in a frying pan (don’t use oil if you’ve got a good frying pan, but if you haven’t, a bit of Frylight or similar should be used) over a medium-high heat until golden, turning once
- in a large, shallow dish mix together all of the breadcrumb ingredients
- beat the egg in another bowl, dip your breasts in the egg mixture and roll in the breadcrumb mixture until well coated – you might need to press some of it on to make it stick
- bake in the oven at 190 degrees for about 25-30 minutes, until golden
- assemble your burger!
Got to try these . But I wiill leave out the egg ( allergy)
The egg definitely isn’t vital – let me know how you get on!
Hillarious story .. keep them coming ????
I’m gonna do the receipt even tho I don’t do slimming world ????
May I just say, your recipes are inspiring. But it is your daily commentary that make you both so special. ! And I say special, because it’s been the day from the neither region and I just cannot think of the right word…maybe tomorrow. You as always made me laugh “out loud” and now I’m ready to face making dinner and not eat my way through the ice cream hidden in the freezer! Regarding the. Towel and the neighbors…I’ve done that! It was raining, the car windows were down…the neighbors were just having their family over…all 12 kids and spouses! Yes, red headed and red skinned from embarrassment! Keep the daily coming my way. It will keep me from going a few more pounds.
Hi. I’m a it lost about the breadcrumb mixture. Do I use the bread roll is it just all the herbs etc… I know it sounds mental.
Do you mean the stuff that coats the chicken? It’s the Panko and all the herbs you need to mix together and coat the chicken with, you can use a blitzed-up bread roll if you like but you’ll have to syn it!
Oh my god I just foolishly in show of glorified pride tried to eat two of these in a zinger off…. I lost and should never be allowed to make this again…. awesome recipe, amazing taste but insanely filling!
One the Menu for this weekend and Panko is brilliant been using it for a good while ….brilliant blog always a laugh x
You guys are so funny. Thanks for cheering me up. Tears have been rolling down my face reading this.Recipe looks good as well.
Our pleasure 🙂
thasts a white roll with sesame seeds on top of it – not a wholemeal roll. Ketchup is 1 syn per LEVEL tbsp not squirt, and looks like you had 3 here. Think you need to count your syns a little better!
Or, alternatively, you need to read a bit more carefully. We explain in the recipe that we didn’t have a wholemeal bun and that someone would need to use a wholemeal bun as a HEB. You see the words? They’re right there.
Ditto the ketchup point.
But thanks for the attempt.
Omg we love you guys and your recipes you crack us both up until we are howling keep up the good work
We aim to please – thank you for reading!
What is Panko??
It’s a type of breadcrumb.
Sat at my desk at work laughing my head off! I will be trying the burger this weekend.
This was delicious! Love your recipes.
I added a little bit of hot sauce to the egg to make it a little spicier. Yummy!