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"Mexican" Chicken Bake- Health Foodie Fast Food



It's about as Mexican as in you're driving down the road hungry craving "Mexican" and you stop at some taco place. As much as I love cooking, there are times when I want something quick that stops just short of drive through. This is less sketchy and healthier- A "not a drive through, satisfies my spiciness, throw it in a pan" creation.

What you need

Pre cooked chicken diced
* cook it your self (1 lbs) , rotisseries, or packaged. No judgement zone

Brown Rice 1 dry cup cooked
* get the "it takes 5 minutes kind"

Diced Tomatoes   1 14.5 oz can
* no salt added, machinery may be involved

Corn 1 14.5 oz can, no salt added
Onions  1/2 cup diced
Cilantro 1 Tbsp
Garlic  2 Tbsp or 2 cloves diced
Cumin 2 Tbsp
Cayenne 2  Tbsp
Shredded Cheddar Cheese 4 oz, reduced fat
* separate into half - 2 oz and 2 oz
Reduced Fat Cream Cheese 8 oz

Turn oven on to 350 to preheat

Making it



Step one- get it prepped and together.  If your chicken isn't cooked, cook it.  If your chicken needs to come off the bone, do it.  Cook your rice. Open your cans. Open your packages. Measure your stuff.


Step two- dump it all but 2 oz of cheese.  Then stir it together.

Step three- Sprinkle the remaining 2 oz of cheese on top

Step four- shove the dish in the preheated oven and bake for 30 mins.

This can be vegetarian converted- replace chicken with two 14.5 oz cans of kidney beans, black beans, pinto beans, or a combo.


Namaste your hunger quickly



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