I love fajitas. I have a friend that I go shopping with every year for Christmas presents and we always go out for fajitas.
This recipe is quite possibly THE best chicken marinade, EVER. In the history of marinades. I have to force myself to only make it occasionally, so that I don’t get sick of it. That is how good it is. It is also a versatile marinade. I use it for making chicken fajitas. For grilling chicken and putting it on a salad. Or for grilling and making it into a sandwich on some nice crusty bread.
Tonight when I was putting away the leftover food I asked my son to wrap up the rest of the chicken and he said, “Can’t I just eat it?” So you know it must be good, because Lord knows teenage boys just don’t eat anything. Oh wait, nevermind. It is delicious though. I promise.

These are the cast of characters, minus the soy sauce which I inexplicably forgot to put in the photo.
I usually double this recipe and use it for a huge family pack of chicken breasts. You can do that and then freeze half of the chicken with the marinade in a ziploc bag. Or you can use the recipe as is and make a “normal” sized package.
I fillet my chicken breasts in half to make them less thick so that they will cook evenly on the grill. Really you should do this too so that your chicken doesn’t get all burnt on the outside.
You need:
2/3 cup water
1/3 cup soy sauce
1 1/2 T Worstershire sauce
1 cup honey
1/4 tsp ginger
1/4 tsp garlic powder
crushed red pepper, optional and to taste
Mix in a bowl or ziploc bag. Add the chicken. Let marinate overnight.

The next day slice up an onion and a couple of peppers. Saute them until they are tender.

There is my chicken marinating in my IKEA bowl that I love.

My son took over doing the peppers and onions. Maybe because he was tired if me taking photos already and wanted to just eat dinner.

After the chicken is cooked, I slice it into strips. Served with sour cream, salsa, grated mexican cheese, and whatever other fixin’s strike your fancy. Don’t you love my paper plates? We are so class-ay. Honestly, without a working kitchen I can’t tolerate all the dishes for every single meal. Al Gore would forgive me, I know he would.
Heat your tortillas and wrap ‘em up.
Insert a photo of wild children eating their fajitas. This recipe received 18 enthusiastic thumbs up.
Here I am cooking on my grill, roughing it like a regular frontier woman. My life is soooo HARD.

No really, it is so HARD.