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spatch just hugged me, jubilantly saying, "Black Cat Kitchen strikes again!" In a victory for DIY or Dunning–Kruger, we looked at the two chicken breasts in our refrigerator and said, "We've got lemons. We've got capers. We've got chicken stock and olive oil and butter and flour and pepper and salt. We could make chicken piccata out of that."
Did we have any idea how to make chicken piccata except out of recipe books? Nope.
An hour and a half later, are we both slightly burned from kitchen fat splatters but really full of chicken piccata? Yep.
Autolycus, co-patron of Black Cat Kitchen, approves.
spatch just hugged me, jubilantly saying, "Black Cat Kitchen strikes again!" In a victory for DIY or Dunning–Kruger, we looked at the two chicken breasts in our refrigerator and said, "We've got lemons. We've got capers. We've got chicken stock and olive oil and butter and flour and pepper and salt. We could make chicken piccata out of that."Did we have any idea how to make chicken piccata except out of recipe books? Nope.
An hour and a half later, are we both slightly burned from kitchen fat splatters but really full of chicken piccata? Yep.
Autolycus, co-patron of Black Cat Kitchen, approves.