City chicken is such a weird food. It’s something I grew up eating in Ohio (it was never my favorite dinner, but I didn’t dislike it). And it isn’t even chicken (it’s pork, or sometimes a combo of pork and veal). Basically it’s cheap meat, threaded on a stick, that’s breaded and baked.
I never see it around D.C. but I was at a butcher I’ve never been to before in Virginia this week, and lo and behold, city chicken. I had to buy it and ask my mom how she makes it. I wasn’t sure how we’d like it, since I hadn’t had it for about 20 years. Surprisingly, it was actually a big hit when we made it for Jen and Shawn this week; I’d totally work it into the occasional rotation. We had it with spinach salad (we also prepared a few chicken thighs the same way to make sure we had enough meat, since I’d only bought 1 pound).

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