I still remember my first real dinner party. I mean, I had been out with friends a million times. We had ordered in pizzas, gotten take out Chinese, checked out all of the various sub places. But none of my friends were cooks. Although we frequently ate together (and were great at finding awesome restaurants), we didn’t cook for each other. Until I moved to Houston. I became good friends with one of my colleagues and his wife, Andria, and they invited my husband and myself over for dinner (how grown up! how nerve wracking! Turns out luckily we both knew how to behave…). And that is when I learned about One Pot Chicken Tarragon….