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Montreal ChickenWell hell! That special someone is coming over and you, poor college student/ post grad that you are have nothing to feed them! Now you could be super lazy and order pizza, or in 10 minutes you can have an awesome, cheap meal that make you look like home-maker of the year. All you need is some meat, an extremely useful bottle of spices that has multiple purposes and a low fat salad dressing.
Prep time: about 5- 10 minutes
Boneless, skinless chicken ((breast or tenders, however much you feel like making. This can be switched out with beef or pork tenderloin, or for you veggies out there, tofu or portobello Mushrooms))
McCormick Grill Mates: Montreal Chicken ((Its a bottle of spices. See how easy this it turning out to be? Your work is already done))
Balsamic Vinaigrette Dressing
George Foreman grill ((Optional))
~Okay, clean cut your meat. Remove any gristle or fat that you don't want.
~For those of you with no George Foreman, pull out a skillet and spray i
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