This dish is seriously the tastiest ever! The sauce is my favorite!

Baked honey garlic chicken thighs are a culinary masterpiece, combining the succulence of tender chicken with the sweet and savory flavors of honey and garlic. This delectable dish has gained widespread popularity for its simplicity and irresistible taste. Whether you’re hosting a dinner party or preparing a cozy meal for your family, baked honey garlic chicken thighs are sure to impress.Ingredients:

Ingredient Amount
Chicken Thighs (bone-in, skin-on) 8 pieces
Salt To taste
Black Pepper To taste
Olive Oil 1 tablespoon
Garlic 5 cloves, minced
Honey 1/3 cup
Soy Sauce 2 tablespoons (low-sodium preferred)
Apple Cider Vinegar 1 tablespoon
Dried Oregano 1 teaspoon
Red Pepper Flakes 1/4 teaspoon (optional)
Fresh Parsley Chopped, for garnish
Instructions:

Preparation:
Preheat your oven to 375°F (190°C).
Pat dry 8 bone-in, skin-on chicken thighs.
Season both sides of the chicken thighs with salt and pepper to taste.
Prepare the Sauce:
In a small bowl, whisk together 1/3 cup honey, 2 tablespoons soy sauce, 1 tablespoon apple cider vinegar, 5 cloves minced garlic, 1 teaspoon dried oregano, and 1/4 teaspoon red pepper flakes (optional).
Sear the Chicken:
Heat 1 tablespoon of olive oil in a large oven-proof skillet over medium-high heat.
Place the chicken thighs, skin side down, in the skillet and sear until the skin is golden brown and crispy, about 5 minutes.
Flip the chicken and sear the other side for an additional 3 minutes.

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