“Picking at the piping hot breadcrumbs that had fallen onto the baking rack from my mom’s devil’s chicken thighs—and trying
not to burn my fingers—is my first food memory, and that recipe reminds me of her the most. She never ‘cooked down’ to us.
We ate what the grown-ups were eating, which trained me to be open to new flavors. My kids already love to be in the kitchen.
I love that it’s together time for us, just like it was for me and my mom.”
- Try this chef's recipe! Devil’s Chicken Thighs with Braised Leeks