I recently found this recipe as we were clearing out our unused cook books. We have too many, and, alas, we are no longer accepting applications for new ones.
Having cooked my way through college (Taco Stand and DePalma’s, Athens, GA, woofwoofwoof), I can humbly say that I am a darned good cook.
Where I found this chicken piccata recipe, I don’t know, but it holds the title of Worst Recipe, Ever in the Smith household. After styling the plates, Kristin and I sat down, took a bite, and quickly agreed that it 1) tasted like bile; and, 2) made better trash than dinner.
Walker says that it should be “Eu de chicken barf”