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I did not enjoy an especially lavish childhood — in fact, times were downright hard in some of my early years. But the one little luxury my mother and stepfather allowed themselves was eating out at restaurants. In fact, it’d be fair to say that I grew up in restaurants. And in one restaurant in particular: The Sleepy Hollow.
I can’t exactly remember where in New Jersey it stood, although Scotch Plains or Fanwood rings a bell. I am pretty sure it closed years ago, alas.
But you know what it looked like. Every town had a place like this in the 1970s and early 1980s: Big, dark, wood panels, a great bar with sports always playing, a fireplace that was never lit, and a white-linen dining area where all the hoary greats of the age were served: Duchess potatoes, asparagus with hollandaise, shrimp scampi, a prime rib so good it remains the standard to which I measure all others — and, if you are feeling like a lighter dinner, chicken piccata.
Chicken piccata is one of a triumvirate of similarly prepared classics, the others being saltimbocca and marsala. They were always either veal or chicken, and when I was not allowed to order the prime rib (it being reserved for special dinners) I would order these dishes in procession week after week.
You heard right. My parents lived in that restaurant. My stepfather Frank used to hold court at the bar almost every day after work, and for a time we ate dinner there almost every night. I became an expert at whichever video game the restaurant had tucked into its one quiet corner; I remember being a god of an odd game that involved a mouse named Mappy.
I drank gallons of some sort of “virgin” cocktail variant of a Tom Collins, then had my way with Shirley Temple before settling on straight ginger ale. I liked ginger ale. It made me feel like an adult, and it was the same color as Frank’s J&B. I ordered my ginger ale in exactly the same glass with exactly the same amount of ice as he did. It’s a wonder I never developed a taste for J&B…
I loved The Hollow. Watched many a football game there; it’s where I developed my Monday Night Football habit. Grew from a boy into a man at there, actually. Hit on my first waitress at the Hollow, snuck my first drink there and grew so comfortable in the place I was practically the restaurant’s mascot. It’s probably why I became a cook, and probably why I love being in restaurants so much today. I miss it.
And I miss those old dishes. They’re like that special blanket you had as a kid that mom would throw on the bed when it was extra cold. You may not cook the classics for years — decades, even — but you know that they’re in the closet of your mind, waiting to warm you when you need a little comfort.
I don’t cook with chicken much anymore, as I don’t buy meat these days. But I do have pheasants in the freezer, and a pheasant is just a wild chicken, after all. It is a perfect bird for piccata. Any white meat bird is, actually. And I see no reason not to make this with a pounded wild boar loin cutlet, or maybe even a fish fillet.
A classic piccata recipe starts with a veal or chicken cutlet, the thinner the better, which is lightly floured (not breaded) and sauteed in olive oil and butter. You want both fats in there, not because of some smoke point issue, but for flavor.
Once the cutlets are done, you add lemon juice and white wine to the pan, deglaze it, add capers, boil it down, turn off the heat and swirl in some more butter. Garnish with parsley. Curly parsley, if you want to be very 1978.
Chicken or Pheasant Piccata
Ingredients
- 4 to 8 pheasant, chicken, partridge or grouse breasts, skinless and boneless
- Salt and black pepper
- 1/2 cup flour
- 2 tablespoons olive oil
- 1/4 cup unsalted butter, divided
- 1/2 cup white wine
- 2 tablespoons lemon juice
- 2 tablespoons small capers
- 2 tablespoons chopped parsley
Instructions
- Put each breast between two sheets of plastic wrap and pound them flat with a rubber mallet, empty wine bottle or meat mallet. You want them about 1/4 inch thin if you can. Better to err on being too thick than thin. Salt and pepper the cutlets well and dust with the flour. White flour is traditional here, but I like to pair darker flours with game, so I use whole wheat, rye or spelt flour.
- Get the oil and half of the butter hot over medium high heat, and saute to the floured breasts for 3 minutes on one side, 2 minutes on the other. You may need to do this in batches. Move to a plate and tent with foil.
- Pour in the lemon juice and white wine and scrape any brown bits off the bottom of the pan with a wooden spoon. Add the capers and boil this down by half over high heat, maybe 2 minutes. Turn off the heat and put the pheasant breasts on serving plates. Put the remaining butter in the saute pan and swirl it around until it melts. The sauce should be emulsified and smooth. Pour over the pheasant and garnish with the parsley.
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First words out of my wife’s mouth after she tried this was “you need to do more pheasant hunting.” I don’t think I’ll ever be able to repay that favor you’ve done for me!
This recipe is awesome! make sure you tenderize your pheasant enough, but other than that, super simple. have made this at least 10 times in the last year. it is a go to whenever we want pheasant now. enjoy!
This recipe is my favorite for partridge, both chukar and Hungarian, as well as pheasant. Sometimes I add fresh chopped garlic to the pan after I finish sautéing the birds. I include legs and wings in this recipe, cooking them 2 minutes longer than breasts and with a medium flame. I double the sauce, which requires about a tablespoon of flour added to the skillet after cooking the birds….We love this sauce on boiled potatoes or crusty bread.
Excellent! We made it with pheasant and compound ramp-butter.
Made it with a North Dakota wild Turkey breast and an American Muscat from Wolf Creek Winery in ND. Wonderfully complimentary to each other. As always, thanks Hank, another great meal from your house to ours!
I made this it pheasant and sauce were perfect together definitely making this again!
Excellent recipe! Or in the words of my son ……exquisite! Awesome tasting and FAST! We loved it.
Thank you for this recipe- my husband goes hunting every fall with a group of guys to a swanky private club in Oregon. He loved the piccata that they prepared for the guests (probably your recipe) and for some weird reason no one but my husband wants the pheasant/chukar that they’ve shot! AND the club processes the birds and my sweetheart comes home with a cooler packed with deliciousness! And no plucking for me!!!! Yippee and Yummeeee!
An all time favorite. Perfect for pheasant or ruffed grouse