Simplest Pan-Roasted Chicken

What's the occasion? You don't need one.

Somewhere along the line I stopped trussing the legs and snipping or tucking the wing tips, so now my chickens look like bawdy lasses.

I ran around NYC last week having all kinds of fun: Finally saw Oh, Mary!—such a hoot!—and celebrated a dear friend’s birthday with not one but three culinary adventures (to be revisited in another newsletter). What I did…