I helped Mama set up her Christmas tree on Saturday. Same ritual as last year — Darius and I do the heavy lifting, Mama directs, Dad watches from the recliner. But this year Dad needed help getting out of the recliner. His feet were swollen, his legs stiff. I offered my hand and he took it, which he has never done before. Ronald Carter does not take hands. He extends them. The reversal was small and seismic. My father needed my help to stand up. I pulled him up and we stood there for a moment, his hand in mine, and neither of us mentioned it because mentioning it would make it real.
Mama has been baking since Monday. The house smells like sugar and butter and the specific warmth that only a kitchen in constant use produces. She is making Christmas cookies, pound cakes, sweet potato pies, and the snickerdoodles that Marc requests annually. She bakes with the intensity of someone on a mission, which she is — her mission is Christmas, and she has been executing it for forty years without failure.
I bought Aiden a basketball hoop for Christmas. The Fisher-Price one, adjustable. I ordered it online and hid it in the closet behind the winter coats. Every time Aiden opens that closet door, I hold my breath. So far, he has not found it. The anticipation of giving it to him — watching his face when he sees it — is a feeling I did not know existed before I had children. Parental anticipation: the joy of joy's approach.
Zaria is three months old and laughing. Full laughs — belly laughs, triggered by peek-a-boo and Aiden's face and the sound of her own voice echoing back from the wall. Her laugh is enormous, bigger than her body, bigger than the room. It fills the apartment the way Mama's cooking fills the duplex: completely, warmly, without reservation.
Dinner: I made Mama's baked chicken recipe. Or rather, I attempted it. She gave me the seasoning blend — garlic powder, onion powder, paprika, seasoned salt, black pepper — and the instructions (season, rest, bake at 400, baste three times). The chicken was good. The skin was not as crispy as hers. The seasoning was right but the execution was a step behind. Mama would say it needs another hundred attempts. She is probably right. But attempt number one is done, and the chicken was eaten, and nobody complained, and I am one step closer to somewhere.
Attempt number one is in the books — and if I’m being honest, it felt right to round it out with the rice, too, because Mama never serves that chicken without something underneath it to catch all the good that comes off the pan. The seasoning blend she gave me is straightforward; the execution is what takes time. This recipe is the closest I’ve found to the method she described: season hard, let it rest, bake hot, baste like you mean it. The skin still needs work. But the house smelled like hers for one hour on a Thursday night, and that’s worth something.
Oven Baked Chicken and Rice
Prep Time: 15 min | Cook Time: 1 hr | Total Time: 1 hr 15 min | Servings: 4–6
Ingredients
- 3–4 lbs bone-in, skin-on chicken pieces (thighs, drumsticks, or a mix)
- 1 1/2 teaspoons garlic powder
- 1 1/2 teaspoons onion powder
- 1 1/2 teaspoons smoked paprika
- 1 1/2 teaspoons seasoned salt
- 1/2 teaspoon black pepper
- 2 tablespoons olive oil
- 1 1/2 cups long-grain white rice, rinsed
- 2 1/2 cups low-sodium chicken broth
- 1/2 medium yellow onion, diced
- 3 cloves garlic, minced
- 1 tablespoon unsalted butter
- Fresh parsley, chopped, for serving (optional)
Instructions
- Season the chicken. Pat chicken pieces completely dry with paper towels — this is non-negotiable for crispy skin. In a small bowl, combine garlic powder, onion powder, smoked paprika, seasoned salt, and black pepper. Rub olive oil over all sides of the chicken, then coat evenly with the seasoning blend. Let rest uncovered at room temperature for at least 20 minutes, or cover and refrigerate for up to 8 hours.
- Preheat the oven. Heat oven to 400°F. Place rack in the center position.
- Build the rice base. In a 9x13-inch baking dish or large oven-safe skillet, melt butter over medium heat on the stovetop. Add diced onion and cook 3–4 minutes until softened. Add minced garlic and cook 1 minute more. Stir in rinsed rice and toast lightly for 1–2 minutes. Pour in chicken broth and stir to combine. Remove from heat.
- Arrange the chicken. Nestle the seasoned chicken pieces skin-side up on top of the rice mixture, spacing them so the skin is exposed and not overlapping. The skin must sit above the liquid to crisp properly — do not submerge it.
- Bake and baste. Transfer the dish to the oven and bake uncovered for 55–65 minutes total. Baste the chicken with the pan juices at the 20-minute mark, again at 40 minutes, and once more in the final 5 minutes. The chicken is done when the skin is deep golden and a meat thermometer inserted into the thickest part reads 165°F.
- Rest before serving. Remove from the oven and let rest 5–10 minutes. The rice will finish absorbing liquid as it sits. Fluff the rice around the chicken with a fork, sprinkle with fresh parsley if using, and serve directly from the pan.
Nutrition (per serving)
Calories: 480 | Protein: 38g | Fat: 18g | Carbs: 38g | Fiber: 1g | Sodium: 620mg
About the cook who shared this
DeShawn Carter
Week 90 of DeShawn’s 30-year story
· Detroit, Michigan
DeShawn is a thirty-six-year-old single dad, auto plant worker, and a man who didn't learn to cook until his wife left and his five-year-old asked, "Daddy, can you cook something?" He called his mama, who came over with two bags of groceries and spent six months teaching him the basics. Now he's the dad at the cookout who brings the ribs, the guy at the plant whose leftover gumbo starts fights, and living proof that it's never too late to learn.