Labor Day weekend, and for the first time in three weeks, something felt almost normal. The streets are still lined with debris, but the piles are shrinking. Some neighbors are starting to rebuild. The drywall trucks are rolling in. The sound of nail guns — that rapid-fire pop-pop-pop that sounds like popcorn in a hurry — is the new background music of the neighborhood, and I'll take it over the silence of the flood week any day.
I took the weekend off. Not from helping — I'll help as long as help is needed — but from the relentless pace of the last three weeks. Danielle said, "You need a day," and she was right, the way Danielle is always right about things I don't want to hear. So Saturday I did nothing productive. I sat in the backyard with a beer and stared at the pit and thought about smoking something, and then I thought about just sitting, and just sitting won.
Sunday I cooked. A big cook. The kind of cook that uses every burner on the stove and the oven and the pit outside, because when I come back from doing nothing, I come back hard. I made a smoked chicken — whole bird, rubbed with Cajun seasoning, smoked on the pit for four hours over pecan wood. Pecan is the Louisiana wood. Everyone talks about hickory and mesquite, but pecan is subtle, sweet, and local — the trees grow in every yard in Baton Rouge, and if you haven't tried pecan-smoked chicken, you haven't lived in the right state.
Alongside the chicken: dirty rice. If you don't know dirty rice, it's rice cooked with chicken livers, ground meat, trinity, and enough seasoning to make it brown — "dirty." It's a Cajun side dish that could be a main course, that IS a main course in many houses, and that was a staple in the Beaumont house growing up because rice is cheap and liver is cheap and when you're a fisherman's family in Lafourche Parish, cheap and delicious is the sweet spot. Mama made dirty rice every week. It was Joey's favorite side. It's mine now.
The kids ate like they hadn't eaten in a month. Luc had two plates. Colette ate the chicken but picked around the dirty rice — "too much stuff in it, Papa" — which is heresy but she's eight and I'll give her time. Rémy ate everything, including a drumstick that was bigger than his forearm, and he held it with both hands like a tiny Viking at a feast.
After dinner, Luc asked me about Katrina. He's eleven — old enough to ask real questions, young enough that I'm still deciding how much truth to give. "Were you scared?" he asked. I said yes. "Did you cry?" he asked. I said yes. "Are you scared now? With the flood?" I said yes. And then I said something Joey said to me once, when I was maybe Luc's age and scared of a storm: "Being scared doesn't mean you're weak, cher. It means you're paying attention." Luc nodded. He didn't say anything else. But he sat next to me on the porch for another twenty minutes, which is a ten-year-old boy's way of saying thank you.
The smoked bird and dirty rice were the heart of that Sunday cook, but the technique I keep coming back to — the one that works just as well when you don’t have four hours to tend a pit — is this balsamic chicken with vegetables. It’s the same spirit: a whole mess of good things in one pan, cooked down until everything is tender and the flavors have had time to talk to each other. When you’ve got three hungry kids and a neighborhood that still smells like river mud, you don’t need fancy. You need a pan full of something real, and this is it.
Balsamic Chicken and Vegetables
Prep Time: 15 minutes | Cook Time: 40 minutes | Total Time: 55 minutes | Servings: 4–6
Ingredients
- 2 lbs bone-in, skin-on chicken thighs and drumsticks
- 1/3 cup balsamic vinegar
- 3 tablespoons olive oil, divided
- 3 cloves garlic, minced
- 1 tablespoon honey
- 1 teaspoon dried Italian seasoning
- 1 teaspoon kosher salt, plus more to taste
- 1/2 teaspoon black pepper
- 1/2 teaspoon smoked paprika
- 1 red bell pepper, cut into 1-inch pieces
- 1 yellow bell pepper, cut into 1-inch pieces
- 1 medium zucchini, sliced into half-moons
- 1 cup cherry tomatoes
- 1 medium red onion, cut into wedges
- Fresh parsley or basil, chopped, for garnish
Instructions
- Make the marinade. Whisk together the balsamic vinegar, 2 tablespoons of the olive oil, garlic, honey, Italian seasoning, salt, pepper, and smoked paprika in a small bowl until combined.
- Marinate the chicken. Place the chicken pieces in a large zip-top bag or shallow dish and pour half the balsamic marinade over them. Toss to coat, then refrigerate for at least 15 minutes (or up to 4 hours if you have the time). Reserve the remaining marinade.
- Preheat your oven. Heat the oven to 425°F. While it comes to temperature, prep your vegetables.
- Toss the vegetables. In a large bowl, combine the bell peppers, zucchini, cherry tomatoes, and red onion. Drizzle with the remaining 1 tablespoon of olive oil, season with a pinch of salt and pepper, and toss to coat.
- Sear the chicken. Heat an oven-safe skillet or cast-iron pan over medium-high heat. Remove the chicken from the marinade and sear skin-side down for 3–4 minutes until the skin is golden and starting to crisp. Flip and sear for another 2 minutes.
- Add vegetables and roast. Scatter the prepared vegetables around the chicken pieces in the pan. Drizzle the reserved marinade over everything. Transfer the pan to the preheated oven and roast for 30–35 minutes, until the chicken skin is deeply caramelized and the internal temperature reaches 165°F.
- Rest and serve. Remove from the oven and let the chicken rest for 5 minutes before serving. Spoon the pan juices over the top, scatter fresh parsley or basil over everything, and bring the whole pan to the table.
Nutrition (per serving)
Calories: 390 | Protein: 31g | Fat: 22g | Carbs: 14g | Fiber: 2g | Sodium: 480mg