Fourth of July in the backyard — the tradition now fully established. Tandoori chicken on the Weber, watermelon chaat, Amma's biryani, Dina's meatballs (she's eight months pregnant and still insisted on cooking). The American holiday with the hyphenated menu.
Anaya ran the show — she organized the sparklers, directed the seating arrangement, and announced each dish to guests with the confidence of a five-year-old maître d'. Rohan chased the neighbor's cat through a hole in the fence and had to be retrieved from the Patels' yard (not related to Raj — different Patels, of which there are many in Edison).
Amma sat under the oak tree in a lawn chair. She was quiet this year — present but observing rather than commanding. The food-station Amma from the temple, the committee-running Amma, has dimmed. In her place: a woman who watches her family from a chair with the soft focus of someone whose brain is showing her the world through gauze.
But when Anaya brought her a plate of biryani, Amma's focus sharpened. She tasted it. "Who made this?"
"Amma made it," Anaya said, pointing at me. "Your recipe. Amma's hands."
Five years old. She can articulate the generational transmission: Paati's recipe, Amma's hands. She understands what the book is about without having read it.
Appa stood by the grill with Raj, watching the tandoori chicken with the supervisory stance of a man who doesn't grill but believes supervision improves all outcomes.
Arvind, Dina (enormous, radiant, due in September), and the ghost of the family that will exist soon — Asha, not yet born but already named, already loved, already folded into the table.
I made mango lassi. The bridge drink. The drink of every celebration.
The fourth of July. The family under the oak tree. The biryani that tastes like Amma made by hands that are mine. The meatballs from Calabria via Trenton. The sparklers that Anaya lights and Rohan fears.
America. Our version.
Appa and Raj stood at the grill supervising the tandoori chicken with great authority and zero spatulas, which is exactly who these apricot chicken wings are for — a crowd that wants something hands-on, sweet, and impossible to resist. The tandoori marinade is the showstopper, but I always put a tray of these out first because they disappear before anyone sits down, and Anaya can eat them without negotiating with spice. They’re the wings that make everyone feel welcome at a table that is already, unambiguously, ours.
Apricot Chicken Wings
Prep Time: 15 min | Cook Time: 40 min | Total Time: 55 min | Servings: 6
Ingredients
- 3 lbs chicken wings, tips removed and split at the joint
- 1 cup apricot preserves
- 3 tablespoons soy sauce
- 2 tablespoons apple cider vinegar
- 1 tablespoon Dijon mustard
- 3 cloves garlic, minced
- 1 teaspoon fresh ginger, grated
- 1/2 teaspoon red pepper flakes (optional)
- 1 teaspoon kosher salt
- 1/2 teaspoon black pepper
- 1 tablespoon neutral oil (for grill or pan)
- Fresh parsley or sliced scallions, for garnish
Instructions
- Make the glaze. In a small saucepan over medium-low heat, combine apricot preserves, soy sauce, apple cider vinegar, Dijon mustard, garlic, and ginger. Stir until the preserves melt and the mixture is smooth, about 4–5 minutes. Remove from heat and set aside. Reserve 1/3 of the glaze for serving.
- Season the wings. Pat chicken wings dry with paper towels. Season all over with salt and pepper. Toss with oil to coat evenly.
- Grill or bake. For the grill: preheat to medium-high (400°F). Grill wings over indirect heat for 20 minutes, turning once halfway through. Move to direct heat and cook 8–10 more minutes, turning and brushing with glaze every 2 minutes, until caramelized and cooked through (internal temperature 165°F). For the oven: bake on a wire rack set over a foil-lined sheet pan at 425°F for 35 minutes, then brush generously with glaze and broil 3–4 minutes until sticky and golden.
- Glaze and rest. Remove wings from heat and brush immediately with a final coat of glaze. Let rest 5 minutes before serving.
- Serve. Arrange on a platter, drizzle with reserved glaze, and scatter with parsley or scallions. Serve hot or at room temperature.
Nutrition (per serving)
Calories: 385 | Protein: 28g | Fat: 18g | Carbs: 29g | Fiber: 0g | Sodium: 620mg
About the cook who shared this
Priya Krishnamurthy
Week 326 of Priya’s 30-year story
· Edison, New Jersey
Priya is a pharmacist, wife, and mom of two in Edison, New Jersey — the town she grew up in, surrounded by the sights and smells of her mother's South Indian kitchen. These days, she splits her time between the hospital pharmacy, school pickups, and her own kitchen, where she cooks nearly every night. Her style is a blend of the Tamil recipes her mother taught her and the American comfort food her kids actually want to eat. She writes about the beautiful mess of balancing two cultures on one plate — and she wants you to know that ordering pizza is also an act of love.