Weaning Them Off the Nugget

In some ways I feel like I could tell my life's story through the breaded chicken cutlet.
It started with my mother: Mom could make a chicken cutlet. Crispy, golden, never overcooked. When I was growing up, she'd serve them with sautéed garlicky zucchini wedges. I'd slap the cold leftovers on a baguette with a slather of mayo. No one could replicate it.…