July 5, 2007

The 4th of July Picnic That Wasn’t

spice rubbed chicken

The 4th of July, a holiday I’ve never had a particular penchant for, is the official start of picnic season. Though they are impractical, involve a fair bit of planning, and can be quickly undone by a rain cloud or two, picnics have my heart. I love the woven baskets, the opportunity to bring out the melamine plates my sister gave me, and spreading out a blanket on a square of grass, an arrangement more romantic than comfortable. Picnics take you away from the familiar context of table and chairs and drop your dining experience somewhere else entirely: the parched slope of grass in front of a performance stage, the slick, mossy stones next to a creek, or even the alleys of hot asphalt between cars in a parking lot, where Rachel Perry and I ate our sandwiches in high school and crouched out of view of the vice principal. She’s the one who taught me the phrase en plein air. And also the word pestilence, which is neither here nor there.


But you can’t win ‘em all, and the rain clouds will have their way when they want. In fact, sometimes, you just gotta shrug your shoulders and roll with the punches. So despite Beth‘s flawless planning efforts, and a morning spent making a killer corn salad and baking spicy chicken thighs, I watched what I could of the fireworks from my bedroom window, and Sebastian and I ate Chinese food on the couch. In a way, it was a different sort of picnic, since we did eat out of portable containers. Sometimes you just get exactly what you need without having to ask for it, or without knowing that more than hauling blanket and basket on the F train, you could use time just leaned up against the one you love. The chicken will keep.

Spice-Rubbed Chicken

1/3 cup salt
1/4 cup light brown sugar
1/3 cup hot Hungarian paprika
2 tablespoons ground black pepper
2 tablespoons dried oregano
2 tablespoons dried thyme
boneless, skinless chicken thighs (breasts and drumsticks would be great too, just adjust the cooking time, if necessary)
olive oil

In an airtight container (you will have extra spice rub left over), combine the spices and shake to mix up. Rub chicken pieces with a little olive oil. With a spoon, coat chicken pieces with spice rub. Try not to touch the spoon to the raw chicken. Line a baking sheet with aluminum foil (yay for easy clean up!), and bake in a 350 degree oven for 22-25 minutes. The chicken is done when the juices from the meat run clear when pricked with a fork.

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Comments

  • Bethany: Sarah, we must be on the same thought train. I too had a picnic that never was. I wanted to eat by the lake and drink pomegranate tea with my family, but that didn’t happen.4 years ago

  • Sarah: What a shame, Bethany. That sounds like it could have been so lovely — and you could have gone swimming in that lake. Well, I hope it ended up being an okay day anyway.4 years ago

  • Ellen: Doesn’t it always work out that way? I’m glad you could salvage the day, at least :) . The chicken looks awfully tasty, but I’m unfortunately delicate when it comes to food. How spicy is it?4 years ago

  • Sarah: Ellen, Not too spicy. The only real heat comes from the hot Hungarian paprika which has a bit of cayenne in it. You should manage, I think. :) 4 years ago

  • Beth: Let’s reschedule. We can PRETEND likes its 4th of July. Who cares!
    xx4 years ago

  • Anita: Sarah, our 4th was really quiet as well. It poured down rain as we were getting ready to walk out the door to go see the fireworks.

    Oh, I hope you don’t mind, but I plugged you over at my new blog. I just love the birthday cake post and shared it.

    OXOX4 years ago

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