Packing. The physical act of putting a life into boxes. The townhouse — this three-bedroom, one-and-a-half-bath place that held me and Marcus and Jasmine through grief and rebuilding and then held six of us through a pandemic and a wedding — is being emptied. Each box is a chapter. The kitchen boxes are the heaviest: pots, pans, the cast iron skillet (wrapped in three layers of newspaper because that skillet is the most valuable thing I own and I will fight anyone who argues), the Folgers can (wrapped in a towel, tucked into my purse, not going in a box, going with me).
Marcus sealed a box and wrote "MARCUS - BOOKS" on it. He has three boxes of books. He is fifteen and he has three boxes of books and the boxes include Bryan Stevenson and Viktor Frankl and the debate handbooks and the psychology texts and the novels I left on his shelf hoping he'd find them. He found them. He carries three boxes of ideas into the next house. Mama would weep.
Jasmine packed her room and labeled every box in color-coded Sharpie. Her system is meticulous. "JASMINE - MUSIC" (in purple). "JASMINE - ART" (in green). "JASMINE - KITCHEN" (in red, because the girl has her own kitchen supplies now — her apron, her notebook, her set of measuring cups that she insists on using even though she cooks by feel, because "the cups are for backup, Mama"). My daughter has a box labeled KITCHEN. She is twelve. The line extends.
Made a last dinner at the townhouse: Mama's fried chicken. The first meal I cooked here as a single mother. The last meal I'll cook here as a married woman. Full circle. The chicken was perfect. The kitchen was empty except for the skillet and the stove and the six people at the table and the table itself, which is going to the new house, which is going to Cascade Heights, which is going home.
The fried chicken I made that last night at the townhouse was Mama’s—her seasoning, her skillet, her silence in the breading—and it will always belong to that house, to that circle. But when I thought about what to share here, what recipe to put beside that story, I kept coming back to this Chicken Piccata with Lemon Sauce: bright and a little sharp, finished with something warm, cooked in the same kind of skillet patience that Mama taught me. It’s not her recipe, but it lives in the same spirit—one pan, one table, people you love on the other side of it. Jasmine already has her apron and her measuring cups; this one’s a good place to start the next chapter.
Chicken Piccata with Lemon Sauce
Prep Time: 15 min | Cook Time: 20 min | Total Time: 35 min | Servings: 4
Ingredients
- 4 boneless, skinless chicken breasts (about 6 oz each)
- 1/2 cup all-purpose flour
- 1/2 teaspoon salt
- 1/4 teaspoon black pepper
- 3 tablespoons olive oil, divided
- 2 tablespoons unsalted butter, divided
- 3 cloves garlic, minced
- 1/2 cup dry white wine (or low-sodium chicken broth)
- 1/3 cup fresh lemon juice (about 2 large lemons)
- 1/2 cup low-sodium chicken broth
- 3 tablespoons capers, drained and rinsed
- 2 tablespoons fresh flat-leaf parsley, chopped
- Lemon slices, for serving
Instructions
- Pound and season the chicken. Place each chicken breast between two sheets of plastic wrap and pound to an even 1/2-inch thickness. Season both sides with salt and pepper.
- Dredge in flour. Spread the flour in a shallow dish. Lightly coat each chicken breast in flour, shaking off any excess.
- Sear the chicken. Heat 2 tablespoons olive oil and 1 tablespoon butter in a large skillet over medium-high heat. Once shimmering, add the chicken and cook 3–4 minutes per side until golden and cooked through (internal temp 165°F). Transfer to a plate and tent with foil.
- Build the sauce. Reduce heat to medium. Add the remaining tablespoon of olive oil and the garlic to the skillet. Sauté 30 seconds until fragrant, then pour in the white wine, scraping up any browned bits from the bottom of the pan.
- Add lemon and broth. Stir in the lemon juice and chicken broth. Bring to a simmer and cook 3–4 minutes until the sauce reduces slightly.
- Finish with butter and capers. Remove the skillet from heat and swirl in the remaining tablespoon of butter until melted. Stir in the capers.
- Return chicken and serve. Nestle the chicken back into the pan, spooning sauce over each piece. Garnish with fresh parsley and lemon slices. Serve immediately over pasta, rice, or alongside crusty bread.
Nutrition (per serving)
Calories: 340 | Protein: 38g | Fat: 15g | Carbs: 10g | Fiber: 1g | Sodium: 480mg