
I’ve always been more of a thigh girl than a breast girl. I love saying this. Not only is it true but it also appeals to my inner five-year-old, whose sense of humor oddly intersects with that of a dirty old man. But thinly-veiled innuendos aside, I am telling the truth. I think chicken thighs are better than chicken breasts. I’m team dark meat all the way. But I still think the breast has a time and a place. I prefer chicken breast with caesar salad or in a club sandwich for instance. And I thought I preferred boob when it came to chicken Milanese, scallopine, and/or parmigiana but these Za’atar Crusted Chicken Thighs have given me pause.


