When I slipped into my hostess *dress and threw a Mexican fiesta meets late ‘80s slumber party, this smoky chipotle brown sugar pulled chicken stole the show. I glanced around my dinner table and smiled, my friends licking sticky fingers.
Mmms and aaaahhhs and sighs and smiles and serious stains setting in.
This chicken had simmered all day in my slow cooker, caramelizing as golden as the brown sugar and as fiery as the chipotle peppers.
It’s smoky with hickory flavor, bright and aromatic from fresh cilantro, and thickened with fire roasted tomatoes.
The secret really is in the sauce. I blended a handful of wild flavors, poured it over chicken breasts, and let them cook away all day long.
That night during our fiesta, we spooned strands of chicken onto warmed corn tortillas, then topped them with guacamole, crumbled queso fresco, shredded iceberg lettuce, caramelized red onion, and spicy homemade salsa.
Sloppy bliss, friends.
The next morning we found ourselves in my kitchen, scooping cold chipotle chicken up into our mouths with salty tortilla chips as spoons.
No fork, no knife, no napkin considered.
A sink full of dishes, dirtied but delightfully forgotten.
Three cases of wild brown bed head.
Six bags under our eyes altogether.
A half eaten pie that we rationalized was a balanced breakfast of toast (pie crust), eggs (custard), and fruit.
The whole day was beginning as happily as it had ended the night before in my living room.
Later that evening when my girls were gone, I was left with just enough shredded chipotle chicken to build a sandwich with broiled sharp cheddar on top. And it was just as delicious as I remembered.