Emily ONEMANBANDIT Smith turns heads. When she walks into a room, people can’t help but spill their drinks, shift their attention, and forget about whatever the hell they were talking about. Sure, she has tall, chiseled Ralph Lauren model looks, but it’s really her air of jovial accessibility that makes her so appealing to friends and strangers alike. I mean, she can talk to ANYONE as if they had been life long best friends, even complete strangers; and that laugh that is so big bold and undeniably infectious can make even the most socially awkward person feel tingly warm and accepted.
A consummate storyteller, Chef Mel’s life reads like a novel, chock full of deep-sea battles with Moray eels, near-death experiences in the heart of Mexico City, scary and inexplicable ghost stories from the Midwest, and memorable encounters with rock stars such as Debbie Harry, Prince, Patti Smith, and David Byrne.
I’m rather well known for my homemade baguette recipe that I’ve been making for years; I frequently take it to potlucks, dinner parties; often tied with twine to be presented to the host of the gathering as a thank you; and who doesn’t love the idea of being gifted a good bottle of wine and a homemade baguette? I honestly can’t think of a better gift I would rather receive, especially when it can be enjoyed at that moment with great friends, family.
Please note that I exclusively use chicken thighs, but you may certainly add legs if you should so desire…however, I would avoid white meat of any kind since it will most certainly result in a drier, less flavorful, less enjoyable experience. Also, if you wish to exclude the croutons I’ve described below, I implore you to refrain from ever looking at this recipe again; and please gainfully, joyfully move onto another source for coq au vin - your kind will not be tolerated, let alone understood whilst on this website or in my general vicinity. Besides, the buttery, satisfying crunch of the toasted bread is nothing short of culinary nirvana.
Still, there was something beautiful, endearing about her delicate laughter interspersed with a few short lines of an original song that only she could construct in that car, during that trip, at that time. These are the moments, the rituals that I understand will cross my tattered mind when I’m an old man…hell, they’re the memories I have now.