I was fortunate to grow up with the most incredible grandparents. My grandmother, who we called Bonnemaman because of her half-French heritage, was a huge part of the lives of me and my siblings. There were many nights in our childhoods spent at our grandparents’ dining room table enjoying dinner. If the kids were in charge of picking the menu, more often than not it was Bonnemaman’s Chicken Cutlets. When chicken cutlets were on the menu, we kids got the very important job of helping Bonnemaman with the breading and cooking of the chicken. She’d pull a kitchen chair up to the counter for us to stand on, and we’d get to work dipping the flattened chicken into the flour, followed by the eggs and panko breadcrumbs, before placing it in a hot frying pan to be cooked. Collectively over our childhoods, my siblings and I spent hours helping our Bonnemaman with this. There was nothing more thrilling than standing on that backwards kitchen chair at the counter helping Bonnemaman. My Bonnemaman passed away earlier this year, and I want to honour her memory by sharing a recipe that was the foundation of so many of my happy childhood memories. Continue reading Bonnemaman’s Chicken Cutlets