4 de maio de 2006

Espetadas de frango à marroquina



Uma receita light mas muito saborosa, perfeita para os dias quentes...

Ingredientes para 4 pessoas

- 10 cl de azeite
- sumo de 1 limão
- 1 dente de alho esmagado
- 2 pitadas de cominhos
- 1 pitada de canela
- 1 colher (sopa) de coentros picados
- 900 g de peito de frango (ou de peru) sem peles nem ossos
- 3 curgetes
- 2 pimentos vermelhos
- 12 tomates cereja
- sal & pimenta

Preparação

Misturar o azeite com o sumo de limão, o alho, a canela, os cominhos e os coentros num prato fundo. Temperar com sal e pimenta. Mexer muito bem.

Cortar a carne em cubos. Juntar ao preparado anterior, envolvendo bem. Cobrir e deixar a marinar por 2 horas no frigorífico.

Cortar as curgetes em rodelas e os pimentos em cubos. Reservar. Pré-aquecer o forno a 200ºC (ou preparar a churrasqueira, untando ligeiramente a grelha com azeite).

Retirar os cubos de frango da marinada, sem os secar. Picar nos espetos, alternando com as rodelas de curgete, os cubos de pimento e os tomates cereja.

Dispor as espetadas em cima da grelha do forno, com a placa por baixo. Grelhar por 10-15 minutos (no churrasco, é mais rápido; a meio da cozedura, pincelar as espetadas com um pouco da marinada para que não sequem).

Acompanhar com sêmola de trigo, salada mista ou arroz branco.

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