Chicken cutlets hold a lot of nostalgia for me. It’s one of the recipes my mom would make for special occasions like birthdays (the other being italian meatballs). It was the one thing everyone in the family could agree on, even my beef-loving dad.
I used to run guided boat tours through the lochs of Scotland. One year, like this year, it was particularly cold. We had dined on baked potatoes for the previous five nights, and I, like Mark Watney, could not stand the sight of potatoes nor stomach the thought of eating another one.