“How should I cook chicken breasts?”, I asked Dave, my coworker (well, first I asked him for a regular expression book, but he didn’t have one). After learning I didn’t have time to marinate and I was out of propane for the grill, he didn’t hesitate. “Chicken Piccata”, he said, and gave me a quick lesson. I didn’t trust my memory, so I found this recipe, and stopped at Safeway for capers on the way home. It took a bit longer than predicted, but it was tasty. Funny but I’d never heard of it before today, but Jill recognized it right away when I set it down in front of her (with some sauteed squash). Points to Dave.