La cosa più difficile quando sei a dieta (come sono io da ben... ehm, due giorni!) è evitare la monotonia. Spesso si finisce a preparare le solite abbinate piatte che, diciamocelo, fanno venire la tristezza. Abbiamo tutti subìto la desolazione del classico petto di pollo con zucchine a vapore o bresaola con limone e insalata. In genere infatti
non si possono mescolare le proteine e questo fa fuori in un colpo solo tutto il mondo delle polpette, degli sformati, delle frittate con il formaggio, per non parlare delle torte salate o di certi primi elaborati.
Per variare bisogna imparare a cucinare meglio la verdura e cucinarne di più, giocare con i colori e anche escogitare qualche metodo più fantasioso per assemblare gli alimenti a disposizione.
Oggi avrei potuto fare il pollo alla piastra e accompagnarlo ai peperoni in padella e a una fetta di pane, ma armata di contacalorie, ho voluto ingegnarmi e sono arrivata a preparare una simil tortilla con fajitas dietetiche e mi sono sentita molto più felice del mio pasto.
Le dosi sono per due e certo, finita la prima avrei iniziato a mangiarmi anche l'altra ma va beh 😆.
Se voi non siete a regime potete anche abbondare un po' di più!
Di seguito ecco come preparare queste fajitas light!
Fajitas light
Per 2 tortillas da 50 g circa ciascuna
5 cucchiai di farina 2 bio
1 cucchiaio di semola di grano duro
12 cucchiai di acqua
1 cucchiaino di bicarbonato
1 cucchiaio d’olio
Sale q.b.
Per le simil fajitas di pollo per 2 persone
1 cipollotto di Tropea
250 g di petto di pollo
3 piccoli peperoni (rosso, giallo, verde)
Procedimento
1. Prepara l’impasto per le tortillas impastando tutti gli ingredienti a mano in una ciotola e lascia riposare 30 minuti
2. Affetta il cipollotto e mettilo in un wok con 2 cucchiai di olio e un po’ d’acqua
3. Taglia a striscioline il pollo e saltalo insieme al cipollotto
4. Una volta rosolato il pollo, aggiungi i peperoni tagliati a strisce
5. Aggiungi sale e pepe
6. Copri e fai cuocere 20 minuti
7. Togli il coperchio, alza la fiamma e fai asciugare l’acqua. Spegni.
8. Stendi l’impasto delle tortillas sottilissimo fino a ottenere la dimensione di una piadina.
9. Cuoci in padella antiaderente per un paio di minuti rigirandola un paio di volte. Ripeti con l’altra.
10. Riempi una tortilla con il mix di pollo e peperoni, arrotolala e tagliala in due
12. A piacere puoi aggiungere un cucchiaio di salsa di yogurt fatta con yogurt bianco magro, sale, pepe ed erba cipollina.
Tips! Potete preparare queste fajitas anche per i vostri bambini e servirle per cena prima di gustarvi tutti insieme un film bellissimo per grandi e piccini ambientato in Messico durante el Dias de los muertos. Sto parlando ovviamente di COCO!
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