Again, it was a successful recipe. But I prefer my own recipe for buttermilk roast chicken, which is juicier and better seasoned with little extra effort. Garten calls for washing the chicken before cooking it, which is an outdated practice that can spread germs around in your sink, and she doesn’t call for seasoning the outside of the bird, which ended up a little bland. (I was right about the croutons though. They were the best part.)
The Discovery
That’s where I stopped. I couldn’t figure out why I wasn’t falling in love with these recipes, until I compared them with the others from her cookbook collection. (My library is 80 percent Ina.) Garten’s recipes are foolproof, sure. They turn out every time, and that’s no small feat. But save for a few recipes, most of her chickens err on the traditional side. They rely on the same ingredients for maximum flavor and simplicity: lemon, onion, olive oil, maybe some white wine or garlic if you’re feeling spicy. Varying sides of roasted vegetables are about as wild as they get.
I think I was expected to be blown away with tricks, techniques and inventive flavor combinations, but that’s not the Ina way. I don’t mean that as an insult at all. I love Garten’s easy-breezy attitude, elegance and store-bought-is-fine mentality. What I discovered, though, is that if you know what works (like Ina does), you can replicate it as many times as you want, and people will ooh and ahh even if it’s the same. Chicken with lemon—what could be bad about that? Garten’s recipes aren’t reinventing the wheel; she simply makes minor modifications to her tried-and-true methods.
And this is when the lightbulb went off. There seem to be three constants to all of Garten’s chicken recipes:
- They all use, like, ten ingredients, max.
- They’re never complicated.
- Many of them have the same flavor profiles.
So what makes those recipes so compelling to people all over the world? My hunch is that it’s a combination of variables: Her laidback yet decidedly elegant persona—the Hamptons vibes, chambray tops and jazzy theme song—is purely aspirational. Where she becomes attainable is in the repetition of flavors and techniques that say, “Hey, you can totally cook this too.” And if I can whip up a dinner as delicious and impressive as Ina can, I can (kinda, sorta) be just like her.
I’ll probably have to look harder to find my be-all, end-all chicken recipe, and I’ll never be as chic (read: rich) as Ina Garten. But at least I can cook a chicken as good as hers.