The retooling started. Half the line is off. The plant feels empty, which makes the work feel louder — fewer people, same noise, the machines indifferent to the reduced headcount. Jerome and I run our teams at half capacity, covering positions that would normally be filled, moving faster, working harder. The overtime is mandatory, which means more money but less time. I leave at five-fifteen AM and return at five PM, and in between, I build Jeeps in a half-empty factory and think about the half-empty apartment where my wife exists in a room I cannot enter.
Brianna started going to a gym. She joined Planet Fitness (ten dollars a month, the cheapest option) and goes three mornings a week while the kids are at daycare and preschool. She is doing this for herself, she says, and I believe her, and I support it, because Brianna taking care of herself is the prerequisite for everything else. But the gym is another place she goes that is not here, another hour she spends that is not with me, and the accumulation of elsewhere adds up to a geography of absence that I navigate daily.
I am cooking for the kids most nights now. Brianna cooks sometimes — she still makes her baked ziti, her tacos, her baked chicken — but the ratio has shifted. I cook four or five nights. She cooks one or two. The kitchen is mine in a way it was not before, and the shift happened so gradually that neither of us noticed until it was done. I am the primary cook. I am the one who plans the meals, buys the groceries, stands at the stove at six PM with Aiden doing homework at the table and Zaria in her high chair and the music on low and the apartment smelling like garlic and onion and the specific warmth of a kitchen in use.
I attempted biscuits this week. From scratch. Flour, butter, buttermilk, baking powder, salt. The technique — cutting cold butter into flour, folding the dough, not overworking — is deceptively simple. My first batch was too flat (overworked) and too salty (measurement error). My second batch, two days later, was better: flaky, golden, risen. Not Mama's biscuits. But biscuits that a person would eat voluntarily and possibly enjoy.
Sunday dinner was Mama's chicken pot pie. I ate it and the crust was perfect and the filling was warm and I thought: someday I will make this. Not today. Today I eat Mama's version and study it and file the flavor in the library of my memory where all her food lives.
I’m not ready to attempt Mama’s chicken pot pie — not yet, not honestly — but I needed something that pointed in that direction: warm, savory, built around chicken, the kind of thing that fills a kitchen with smell before it fills a plate with food. Aiden was at the table doing his spelling words and Zaria was in the high chair banging a spoon, and I needed dinner to be something I could trust. This one I could trust. It’s not Mama’s. But it’s mine, and it fed my kids, and that’s the library entry I’m building now — one dish at a time.
Pigeon River Chicken
Prep Time: 15 min | Cook Time: 45 min | Total Time: 1 hr | Servings: 4
Ingredients
- 4 bone-in, skin-on chicken thighs (about 2 lbs)
- 1 tablespoon olive oil
- 1 teaspoon garlic powder
- 1 teaspoon onion powder
- 1 teaspoon smoked paprika
- 1/2 teaspoon dried thyme
- 1/2 teaspoon salt
- 1/4 teaspoon black pepper
- 1/4 teaspoon cayenne pepper
- 1 cup chicken broth
- 1 medium yellow onion, sliced into rings
- 3 cloves garlic, minced
- 1 tablespoon unsalted butter
- Fresh parsley, chopped, for garnish
Instructions
- Preheat the oven. Heat oven to 400°F. Pat chicken thighs dry with paper towels — this is what gets you a crispy skin.
- Season the chicken. In a small bowl, combine garlic powder, onion powder, smoked paprika, thyme, salt, black pepper, and cayenne. Rub the spice mixture all over the chicken thighs, including under the skin where you can.
- Sear the chicken. Heat olive oil in a large oven-safe skillet over medium-high heat. Place chicken thighs skin-side down and sear for 4–5 minutes without moving them, until the skin is deep golden brown. Flip and sear the other side for 2 minutes. Transfer chicken to a plate.
- Build the base. Reduce heat to medium. Add butter to the same skillet. Add sliced onion and cook, stirring occasionally, for 5 minutes until softened and starting to brown at the edges. Add minced garlic and cook 1 minute more.
- Add broth and return chicken. Pour chicken broth into the skillet, scraping up any browned bits from the bottom. Nestle the chicken thighs skin-side up on top of the onion mixture. The liquid should come about halfway up the sides of the chicken.
- Bake. Transfer the skillet to the oven and bake uncovered for 30–35 minutes, until the chicken is cooked through (internal temperature 165°F) and the skin is crispy and deep brown.
- Rest and serve. Let the chicken rest in the pan for 5 minutes. Spoon the pan juices and onions over the top, garnish with fresh parsley, and serve with rice, mashed potatoes, or biscuits if you’ve been practicing.
Nutrition (per serving)
Calories: 340 | Protein: 28g | Fat: 22g | Carbs: 6g | Fiber: 1g | Sodium: 480mg
About the cook who shared this
DeShawn Carter
Week 162 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.