{"id":10,"date":"2015-06-13T20:30:00","date_gmt":"2015-06-14T00:30:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/elitemporaryblog.wordpress.com\/2015\/06\/13\/one-tuesday-late-morning"},"modified":"2015-12-14T12:32:36","modified_gmt":"2015-12-14T17:32:36","slug":"one-tuesday-late-morning","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/orangette.net\/2015\/06\/one-tuesday-late-morning\/","title":{"rendered":"One Tuesday, late-morning"},"content":{"rendered":"
I come to you today, June 13th, a fine summer\u2019s day on which you probably have no desire to turn on the oven, to talk about roasted chicken. More specifically, I want to talk about Thomas Keller\u2019s Favorite Simple Roast Chicken, which I prefer to call TK\u2019s Hot Buttered Chicken.<\/p>\n
I have long been a devotee of the Zuni Cafe recipe for roasted chicken<\/a>. I imagine many of you feel the same way. Zuni\u2019s recipe, which Judy Rodgers wrote with a rare and reverential thoroughness – may she rest in peace, and may more cookbooks be written like hers<\/a> – relies on three things: using a small-ish bird, salting it a day ahead, and cooking in a crackling hot oven, first breast-up and then flipped breast-down and then breast-up again. It was the first roasted chicken I ever made, and when I get all the elements right, it is the best roasted chicken I will ever make. However. I forget to salt the bird ahead. Or I put it off, because getting involved with raw chicken takes resolve. Or I don\u2019t plan dinner until the afternoon of, and then it\u2019s too late for advance salting. Or maybe I manage the advance salting, but then I don\u2019t feel like messing with the beast once it\u2019s in the oven – remembering to flip it and flip it again, dodging splatters of hot fat, etc. Roasting a chicken the Zuni way is not hard, but sometimes I want to make easy things easier.<\/p>\n Thomas Keller\u2019s chicken recipe<\/a> has been floating around for more than a decade, but I first tried it only last month, after two different friends in two different cities happened to mention it to me within a week of one another. Both are energetic cooks, not likely to balk at a complicated recipe, so when they recommended something so straightforward, so lazy, even, I went out and bought a chicken. Like Rodgers, Keller calls for a small-ish bird, two to three pounds, and he too cranks up the oven. But he salts the chicken just before cooking, and once it\u2019s cooking, he leaves it alone. And when it\u2019s done, he slathers the meat with butter and serves it forth, with Dijon mustard* on the side. Slathers it with butter and serves it with mustard<\/i>!\u00a0SLATHERS IT WITH BUTTER! SERVES IT WITH MUSTARD! I will make TK\u2019s Hot Buttered Chicken.<\/p>\n I\u2019m rarely at home for lunch, and if I am, I\u2019m a sandwich-or-leftovers-lunch cook. I am not a hot-lunch cook. But one Tuesday, late-morning – because Tuesday is my Sunday – I salted a chicken, TK-style, and put it in the oven. While it quietly roasted – so independent, this chicken! – I managed to yank up a bunch of weeds in the yard-slash-jungle out front, and June played in the car, her favorite activity, flicking switches and turning nobs and stealing the emergency animal crackers I keep in the glove compartment, eating half of three of them, and hiding the remains in the console. When the timer went off, we went inside, and I carved and buttered the chicken. I steamed some broccoli and squeezed a lemon over it, and we sat down to lunch.<\/p>\n The chicken was golden and taut-skinned, juicy and glistening. June picked at it, because that\u2019s what she’s doing this week – toddlers! Always doing toddler things! I scooped mustard onto my plate, and we sat and talked, eating and not eating**, and one of us sang, because when you\u2019re not eating, you sing. I wiped up the last smear of butter with a fingertip, cleared our plates, and then Tuesday was already halfway over, easy, and there were leftovers for tomorrow.<\/p>\n * Any mention of mustard always reminds me of this<\/a>. And while we\u2019re on the topic of Karl Lagerfeld, this this THIS<\/a>.<\/p>\n ** Talking, and not talking…<\/a><\/p>\n\n
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TK's Hot Buttered Chicken<\/h2>\n
Adapted from Thomas Keller, Bouchon<\/a><\/i>, and Epicurious<\/a><\/h3> \n \n <\/header>\n\n