A few weeks ago, I announced a video new series called Overthinking Classics. The premise of the series is simple, I do what I do best and overanalyze and overexplain well-loved classic dishes. Our first episode explored the magic that is Coconut Cream Pie. So for our second installment, I decided to take things to the dinner table and create a centerpiece of a meal. Roast chicken is one of those dishes every omnivorous cook should have in their arsenal. It’s a very approachable introduction to roasts and it creates a manageable amount of food. And chicken, unlike its turkey cousin, is very forgiving. But even with its forgiving nature, there are a number of things you can do to take your chicken to the next level. So let’s dive right in and overthink our way through crafting this Dry Brined Roast Chicken.
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.
I don’t generally go for mile-high sandwiches. They scratch up the roof of my mouth and make me feel like a social pariah while eating them. There is something about attempting to unhinge your jaw that makes you a less than ideal dinner guest. But every now and then I encounter a sandwich of ponderous bulk that is completely worth the risk of injury to both my mouth and my pride. At the age of five, it was the Big Mac, which I swear were a lot less squished in the 90s than they seem to be today. Then I graduated to the Club Sandwich. And now, finally, my giant sandwich of choice is yet a larger club – this Turkey Katsu Club Sandwich.
We’re knee-deep in snow, so we might as well be knee-deep in soup season. I know my stockpot has been getting a workout these past two weeks. And if your backyard looks anything like mine, I think you should follow suit. It’s wall-to-wall snow in this city of mine and I am feeling all the claustrophobic feels. But I have found in my thirty-something years living in Canada, that having a pot of something good simmering on the stove, can really take the edge off. But cabin fever edges – particularly pandemic cabin fever edges – are sharp, so it pays to bring out the big guns. And by “big guns” I mean this Chicken Parm Meatball Soup.
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