Curry and Sage Roast Chicken

Curry and Sage Roast Chicken is a main course that serves 4. For $1.98 per serving, this recipe covers 21% of your daily requirements of vitamins and minerals. One portion of this dish contains around 36g of protein, 39g of fat, and a total of 565 calories. This recipe is typical of Indian cuisine. 2 people were impressed by this recipe. A mixture of honey, pepper, chicken, and a handful of other ingredients are all it takes to make this recipe so yummy. From preparation to the plate, this recipe takes around 1 hour. It is brought to you by Foodista. It is a good option if you're following a gluten free, dairy free, paleolithic, and primal diet. Overall, this recipe earns a solid spoonacular score of 60%. If you like this recipe, take a look at these similar recipes: Curry and Sage Roast Chicken, Parmesan-Sage Roast Turkey with Sage Gravy, and Sage Pesto-Rubbed Roast Chicken.

Servings: 4

Preparation duration: -1 minutes

Cooking duration: -1 minutes

 

Ingredients:

teaspoon of curry

small bunch of fresh sage – chopped

3 cloves garlic – crushed & chopped

3 tablespoons of honey

juice of 1/2 lemon

juice of 1/2 orange

3 tablespoons olive oil

dashes of black pepper

dashes of turmeric

1 whole chicken

Equipment:

oven

bowl

baking pan

Cooking instruction summary:

  1. Preheat Oven 350 degrees:
  2. Clean chicken inside and out and pat dry.
  3. Combine olive oil, lemon juice, orange juice, garlic, honey, sage, curry, black pepper and turmeric in a small bowl and mix well.
  4. Rub chicken down with this mixture and stuff some of the garlic and sage under the skin of the chicken.
  5. Place in a baking pan and bake according to the size of your chicken. Let the skin become golden and beautiful.

 

Step by step:


1. Preheat Oven 350 degrees:Clean chicken inside and out and pat dry.

2. Combine olive oil, lemon juice, orange juice, garlic, honey, sage, curry, black pepper and turmeric in a small bowl and mix well.Rub chicken down with this mixture and stuff some of the garlic and sage under the skin of the chicken.

3. Place in a baking pan and bake according to the size of your chicken.

4. Let the skin become golden and beautiful.


Nutrition Information:

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564 Calories
35g Protein
39g Total Fat
15g Carbs
14% Health Score
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Calories
564k
28%

Fat
39g
61%

  Saturated Fat
9g
61%

Carbohydrates
15g
5%

  Sugar
13g
15%

Cholesterol
142mg
48%

Sodium
135mg
6%

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Protein
35g
72%

Copper
7mg
390%

Vitamin B3
13mg
65%

Selenium
27µg
40%

Vitamin B6
0.71mg
36%

Phosphorus
289mg
29%

Manganese
0.41mg
21%

Vitamin B5
1mg
18%

Zinc
2mg
18%

Vitamin E
2mg
15%

Vitamin B2
0.25mg
14%

Iron
2mg
14%

Potassium
424mg
12%

Magnesium
46mg
12%

Vitamin C
9mg
11%

Vitamin B12
0.59µg
10%

Vitamin K
10µg
10%

Vitamin B1
0.14mg
9%

Vitamin A
288IU
6%

Calcium
47mg
5%

Folate
15µg
4%

Vitamin D
0.38µg
3%

Fiber
0.57g
2%

covered percent of daily need
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