I call this chicken sandwich smokey as a joke. It was chicken breast marinated in lime juice, honey, and chili powder. It was then cooked on a cast iron grill pan. Everything was going well with the cooking of the chicken until it started to smoke. I thought I would be able to eliminate the smoke from the kitchen by turning on the oven fan. This worked for about 3 seconds, but then the smoke started billowing from the pan and filled up the adjoining living room. My husband, who was in the living/dining room setting the table began opening windows. 4 windows were opened, ceiling fans were turned on, and the house was a smoky mess. I started coughing, but I continued to cook that chicken. Finally, when the chicken appeared to be blackened I cut it in slices to reveal pink chicken. "Really?" I yelled "After all that it's still not cooked?". I just stuck the chicken in the microwave, as my husband made jokes about my serving him raw chicken strips about 6 months prior (I still have problems frying anything on this electric stove). When we finally sat down to eat I piled the now cooked chicken slices onto rolls with avocado, tomato, lettuce, and salsa. "What kind of chicken is this?" my husband asked? "Smoked" I said.
