First full week of official divorce. The custody schedule is now legal: every other week, Wednesday evenings, alternating holidays. The regularity helps — knowing when the kids will be here allows me to plan meals, plan groceries, plan the specific joy that comes from cooking for people who eat with their hands and talk with their mouths full.
This was my week with the kids. Monday through Sunday. I cooked fourteen meals (three per day, minus the breakfasts that are cereal or toast because I am not making pancakes on a Tuesday at 6 AM while also getting to the plant by 6:30). The meals were good, varied, intentional. Highlights: Wednesday fried chicken (Mama's recipe, ninety-five percent — the crust was perfect, I am calling it ninety-five), Thursday pulled pork (the smoker, eight hours, the balcony smelling like heaven), Friday fish tacos (a new experiment — blackened tilapia, shredded cabbage, lime crema, soft tortillas — the kids loved it, and a new dish was born).
Zaria, nearly three, is now my sous chef. She stands on the step stool and does what I tell her: stir this, pour that, taste this. She tastes everything with the seriousness of a professional — closing her eyes, tilting her head, considering. She said "needs salt" about the chicken broth on Wednesday, and she was right. My two-year-old has better palate instincts than I did at twenty-seven. She is Cheryl Carter's granddaughter. The kitchen is in her blood.
Aiden is focused on basketball and school. He reads before bed — chapter books now, the Magic Tree House series — and asks questions about the world that I cannot always answer. "Daddy, why do some people not have houses?" "Daddy, what happens when you die?" "Daddy, can boys cook?" That last one surprised me. I said, "Yes, buddy. Boys can cook. Dada cooks. Papa (his name for Ronald) used to grill." He said, "But mostly girls cook." I said, "Mostly, but that's changing. And you're going to change it too." He looked at me like I had given him permission for something he did not know he needed permission for. He does not need permission. But he needed to hear it from me.
That Wednesday fried chicken will always belong to Mama’s recipe — ninety-five percent and I’m proud of every bit of it — but the dish I keep coming back to for the nights when Zaria is on the step stool and Aiden is asking questions I’m still figuring out how to answer is something simpler, something I can let both of them put their hands in. These ultra-crispy baked chicken nuggets are that recipe: crunchy without the mess of a deep fry, seasoned enough that a two-year-old with professional palate instincts won’t tell you they need more salt, and exactly the kind of dinner that gets eaten with both hands and a lot of talking with the mouth full. If you want to show a seven-year-old that yes, boys cook — this is a good place to start.
Ultra-Crispy Baked Chicken Nuggets
Prep Time: 15 min | Cook Time: 22 min | Total Time: 37 min | Servings: 4
Ingredients
- 1 1/2 lbs boneless, skinless chicken breasts, cut into 1 1/2-inch pieces
- 1 1/4 cups panko breadcrumbs
- 1/2 cup finely grated Parmesan cheese
- 1 tsp garlic powder
- 1 tsp smoked paprika
- 1/2 tsp onion powder
- 1/2 tsp kosher salt, plus more to taste
- 1/4 tsp black pepper
- 2 large eggs
- 1 tbsp Dijon mustard
- 2 tbsp olive oil or avocado oil spray
Instructions
- Preheat & prep the pan. Heat oven to 425°F. Set a wire rack inside a rimmed baking sheet and coat generously with cooking spray. The rack is the key — it lets hot air circulate under the nuggets so every side crisps up.
- Toast the panko. Spread panko in a dry skillet over medium heat and stir constantly for 2–3 minutes until golden. Remove from heat and let cool slightly. This one step is the difference between crispy and truly ultra-crispy.
- Build your breading station. In a shallow bowl, whisk eggs and Dijon together. In a second shallow bowl, combine toasted panko, Parmesan, garlic powder, smoked paprika, onion powder, salt, and pepper.
- Bread the chicken. Working in batches, dip each chicken piece in the egg mixture, letting the excess drip off, then press firmly into the panko mixture on all sides. Place on the prepared rack. (This is an excellent step for a sous chef on a step stool.)
- Oil & bake. Drizzle or spray the tops of the nuggets lightly with oil. Bake for 10 minutes, flip carefully with tongs, then bake another 10–12 minutes until deep golden brown and the internal temperature reaches 165°F.
- Rest & serve. Let nuggets rest 3 minutes before serving — this keeps the coating from sliding off and locks in the juices. Serve with honey mustard, ranch, or your kid’s dipping sauce of choice.
Nutrition (per serving)
Calories: 340 | Protein: 40g | Fat: 11g | Carbs: 16g | Fiber: 1g | Sodium: 490mg
About the cook who shared this
DeShawn Carter
Week 227 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.