Baked Chicken Fajitas

Forget going out to eat or ordering takeout every time you crave Mexican food. Try making Baked Chicken Fajitas at home. One serving contains 353 calories, 23g of protein, and 11g of fat. For $1.37 per serving, this recipe covers 22% of your daily requirements of vitamins and minerals. This recipe serves 6. Many people made this recipe, and 199 would say it hit the spot. It is a good option if you're following a gluten free and dairy free diet. It works well as an affordable main course. This recipe from Alidas Kitchen requires onion, skinless boneless chicken breasts, peppers, and salt. From preparation to the plate, this recipe takes approximately 45 minutes. Taking all factors into account, this recipe earns a spoonacular score of 86%, which is spectacular. Users who liked this recipe also liked Baked Chicken Fajitas, Baked Chicken Fajitas, and One Pan Baked Chicken Fajitas.

Servings: 6

 

Ingredients:

1 can (14.5 ounces) diced tomatoes with chiles, drained

2 tablespoons canola oil

2-3 teaspoons chili powder, adjust amount to taste

2 teaspoons ground cumin (or fajita seasoning), adjust amout to taste

1-2 teaspoons hot sauce (optional, adjust to taste)

1 lime

1 medium onion, cut into thin strips

2 medium peppers, cut into strips (preferably different colors (red/green), go with what's good!)

1/4 teaspoon salt

1 pound boneless, skinless chicken breasts, cut into thin strips

12 6-inch tortillas (corn or flour), warmed

Equipment:

baking pan

whisk

oven

Cooking instruction summary:

Preheat oven to 400 degrees. Spray a 13x9 baking dish with cooking spray. In prepared baking dish, toss chicken, tomatoes, onion and peppers until combined.In a separate dish, preferably with a spout, whisk together oil, chili powder, cumin, hot sauce and salt, until combined. Drizzle over chicken mixture and toss to coat. Squeeze the juice of 1 lime over the mixture.Bake, uncovered, for 20 to 25 minutes, or until chicken is no longer pink and vegetables are tender. Note: I butterfly the chicken breast and then cut into strips, so they're thin enough and will cook evenly and thoroughly.

 

Step by step:


1. Preheat oven to 400 degrees. Spray a 13x9 baking dish with cooking spray. In prepared baking dish, toss chicken, tomatoes, onion and peppers until combined.In a separate dish, preferably with a spout, whisk together oil, chili powder, cumin, hot sauce and salt, until combined.

2. Drizzle over chicken mixture and toss to coat. Squeeze the juice of 1 lime over the mixture.

3. Bake, uncovered, for 20 to 25 minutes, or until chicken is no longer pink and vegetables are tender. Note: I butterfly the chicken breast and then cut into strips, so they're thin enough and will cook evenly and thoroughly.


Nutrition Information:

Quickview
353k Calories
22g Protein
11g Total Fat
41g Carbs
21% Health Score
Limit These
Calories
353k
18%

Fat
11g
17%

  Saturated Fat
1g
11%

Carbohydrates
41g
14%

  Sugar
7g
8%

Cholesterol
48mg
16%

Sodium
718mg
31%

Get Enough Of These
Protein
22g
46%

Vitamin B3
11mg
56%

Selenium
39µg
56%

Vitamin C
44mg
54%

Vitamin B6
0.83mg
42%

Phosphorus
315mg
32%

Vitamin B1
0.44mg
29%

Manganese
0.54mg
27%

Folate
94µg
24%

Iron
3mg
22%

Potassium
705mg
20%

Fiber
4g
17%

Vitamin E
2mg
16%

Vitamin B5
1mg
15%

Magnesium
55mg
14%

Copper
0.27mg
13%

Vitamin B2
0.22mg
13%

Vitamin K
12µg
12%

Calcium
111mg
11%

Vitamin A
529IU
11%

Zinc
1mg
7%

Vitamin B12
0.15µg
3%

covered percent of daily need
Widget by spoonacular.com

 

Suggested for you

Toasted Coconut Breakfast Spread
Ballpark Strawberry Shake
Mixed Bag” Kale Salad
Golden Beet and Fennel Soup
Chicken Francese
The Meatball Shop's Mortadella Meatballs
Parmesan Roasted Brussels Sprouts with Double Smoked Bacon
Margarita Chicken Quesadilla
Tri-Color Chopped Salad with Pine Nuts and Parmesan Cheese
Cranberry chia frozen yogurt bites
Food Trivia

Death row inmates in Texas don't get to pick their last meal.

Food Joke

Calling in Sick... A Cat Owner's Story Calling in sick to work makes me uncomfortable because no matter how legitimate my illness, I always sense my boss thinks I am lying. On one occasion, I had a valid reason but lied anyway because the truth was too humiliating to reveal. I simply mentioned that I had sustained a head injury and I hoped I would feel up to coming in the next day. By then, I could think up a doozy to explain the bandage on my crown. In this case, the truth hurt. I mean it really hurt in the place men feel the most pain. The accident occurred mainly because I conceded to my wife's wishes to adopt a cute little kitty. As the daily routine prescribes, I was taking my shower after breakfast when I heard my wife call out to me from the kitchen. "Ed!" she hearkened. "The garbage disposal is dead. Come reset it." "You know where the button is." I protested through the shower . "Reset it yourself!" "I am scared!" She pleaded. "What if it starts going and sucks me in?" Pause. "C'mon, it'll only take a second." No logical assurance about how a disposal can't start itself will calm the fears of a person who suffers from "Big-ol-scary-machinephobia," a condition brought on by watching too many Stephen King movies. It is futile to argue or explain, kind of like Lloyd Bentsen telling Americans they are over-taxed. And if a poltergeist did, in fact, possess the disposal, and she was ground into round, I'd have to live with that the rest of my life. So out I came, dripping wet and buck naked, hoping to make a statement about how her cowardly behavior was not without consequence but it was I who would suffer. I crouched down and stuck my head under the sink to find the button. It is the last action I remember performing. It struck without warning. Nay, it wasn't a hexed disposal drawing me into its gnashing metal teeth. It was our new kitty, clawing playfully at the dangling objects she spied between my legs. She ("Buttons" aka "the Grater") had been poised around the corner and stalked me as I took the bait under the sink. At precisely the second I was most vulnerable, she leapt at the toys I unwittingly offered and snagged them with her needle-like claws. Now when men feel pain or even sense danger anywhere close to their masculine region, they lose all rational thought to control orderly bodily movements. Instinctively, their nerves compel the body to contort inwardly, while rising upwardly at a violent rate of speed. Not even a well-trained monk could calmly stand with his groin supporting the full weight of a kitten and rectify the situation in a step-by-step procedure. Wild animals are sometimes faced with a "fight or flight" syndrome; men, in this predicament, choose only the "flight" option. Fleeing straight up, I knew at that moment how a cat feels when it is alarmed. It was a dismal irony. But, whereas cats seek great heights to escape, I never made it that far. The sink and cabinet bluntly impeded my ascent; the impact knocked me out cold. When I awoke, my wife and the paramedics stood over me. Having been fully briefed by my wife, the paramedics snorted as they tried to conduct their work while suppressing their hysterical laughter. My wife told me I should be flattered. At the office, colleagues tried to coax an explanation out of me. I kept silent, claiming it was too painful to talk. "What's the matter, cat got your tongue?" If they had only known.

Popular Recipes
Simple Squash Salad

Foodista

Healthy Buckeyes

My Whole Food Life

Asparagus Shrimp Scampi

Fit Foodie Finds

Smoked Salmon and Mascarpone Calzone

foodista.com

Chocolate Chess Pie

Add A Pinch