But an even better smell would come from their grill – my aunt’s nearly famous barbecued chicken – one of my all time favorite meals as a kid. She would serve piping hot baked potatoes with butter and sour cream, and a cool and crunchy tossed salad alongside. I’ll never forget that menu as long as I live!

I’ll never master her recipe either, but I’ve been making this one for a few years now. Every time I do, I flash back to those steamy summer evenings of my childhood. Sticky saucy fingers and faces, bug spray and fireflies, and the warm feeling from being reunited with family –-