Building Strength One Hard Day at a Time - Creamy Chicken and Shells with Baby Broccoli



The Warm Up
The real work happens when the weather turns, fatigue sits heavy, and motivation is nowhere to be found. Hard days in training, and in life, are not failures or signs to quit. They are shaping days. They teach patience. They sharpen humility. They build resilience. They remind you that quiet grit outlasts loud confidence.
If you can keep showing up when you do not feel strong, you are laying down strength that lasts long beyond sport. How you respond on your hardest days becomes the foundation for your strongest ones.
The Journey

Sharing this photo because it matches the season we are heading into. It is that time of year when a good pair of moisture managing micro-fleece tights makes all the difference on a cold morning. So I am running a quick flash sale on the Summit Long Tights for men and women.
Meal Time

Our daughter came home from university for Thanksgiving, and at some point over the long weekend I asked her what her favorite thing is that I cook. She actually thought about it for a while, then mentioned this dish.
I’ll be honest. I had totally forgotten about it. I originally pulled it from a cast-iron cooking magazine back in the summer of 2019, and though I’m sure it hasn’t been that many years since I last made it, it’s been long enough that I couldn’t remember the last time it was on the table.
So, as any good girl dad would do, I made it for her. It was a hit, even with the picky 15-year-old boy in the house, and I sent her back to campus with a couple servings of leftovers.
Here is the version we made this week, exactly as she remembered it.
Creamy Chicken and Shells with Baby Broccoli
Ingredients
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1 tablespoon canola oil
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3 pounds bone-in, skin-on chicken thighs
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2½ teaspoons kosher salt, divided
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¾ teaspoon ground black pepper, divided
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2 bunches baby broccoli, trimmed and chopped
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2 tablespoons water
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2 tablespoons all-purpose flour
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2 tablespoons Dijon mustard
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1 clove garlic, smashed
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1 cup heavy whipping cream
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1 cup chicken broth
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½ cup grated Parmesan cheese
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1 (12-ounce) box orecchiette pasta, cooked according to package directions
Instructions
1. Brown + Bake the Chicken
Preheat oven to 425°F.
In a 12-inch cast-iron skillet, heat oil over medium-high.
Season both sides of the chicken with 2 teaspoons salt and ½ teaspoon pepper.
Place chicken skin-side down in the skillet and cook until golden brown, about 5 minutes.
Turn the chicken and transfer the skillet to the oven.
Bake until a meat thermometer reads 160°F, about 20 minutes.
Remove chicken from skillet and set aside.
2. Steam the Broccoli
Place broccoli and 2 tablespoons water in a large microwave-safe bowl.
Cover tightly with plastic wrap.
Microwave on high for 2 minutes, then drain.
3. Make the Sauce
Place the same skillet over medium heat.
Whisk in the flour and cook for 1 minute.
Whisk in mustard and the smashed garlic.
Gradually stir in the cream and chicken broth.
Cook, stirring frequently, until thickened, about 5 minutes.
Season with the remaining salt and pepper.
Stir in Parmesan cheese until melted.
Remove from heat.
Stir in the cooked orecchiette.
4. Finish the Dish
Add the cooked chicken and steamed broccoli back to the skillet, stirring to coat everything in the creamy sauce.
Serve immediately.
Alternative: Boneless Skinless Chicken Breasts
My wife and kids aren’t super fond of chicken skin, no matter how crispy I try to make it. So this time I used boneless skinless chicken breasts.
To substitute:
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Season them the same way as the thighs.
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Brown both sides in the skillet.
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Bake to 160°F just as above.
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Slice into strips and mix into the creamy shells before serving.
Still delicious. Still family-approved. And perfect for leftovers.
This is What I Heard

Apparently I am in some kind of magic loop. This is the second or third time in the last few months that something magic-related has shown up in this section. I promise this is not turning into a magic newsletter. Maybe the algorithm has gotten ahold of me. Maybe I clicked on one thing too many. Who knows.

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