Nothing exciting in the knitting department. But I have been experimenting a bit in the kitchen.
Mrs. P, wife of Attorney P, sent her husband into work with a carrot cake on Tuesday. Mrs. P is (I believe) a schoolteacher who moonlights as a baker. The woman can BAKE.
Anyway, the carrot cake prompted Big Boss to wonder out loud about why we don't have pea cake if we have carrot cake. Peas and carrots go together well after all.
A little googlefu, and I was baking a Pea Cake.
Yeaaaah. It was OK. Nothing to write home about.
It only got half-eaten at work.
Another conversation at work (spurred on by another secretary bringing in one of those red and white mini-coolers that you always see on medical shows holding transplant organs) let me to lament out loud that I have never been able to find chicken hearts for sale at the grocery stores in the Lower 48.
We grew up with Mom making chicken hearts. Carrs used to sell styrofoam trays of them for cheap.
Try as I might in Colorado, Michigan, Texas, and New Jersey--I could not find JUST chicken hearts for sale! They were always mixed with gizzards and livers (eww!).
I tried everywhere--big grocery stores, little grocery stores, ethnic grocery stores. We even asked about them at a Mexican butcher shop in San Antonio. They looked at me like I was nuts when they told me "no" they didn't carry just chicken hearts.
Another secretary--who is Portuguese and lives in the Ironbound district of Newark, a Portugese neighborhood, and allegedly childhood home of Tony Soprano--overheard my lament and told me they sell them in her grocery store and offered to bring me some.
She brought me THREE trays!!!
Yes, perhaps I did hug her.
So, for lunch yesterday, Chunky and I had some good old fashioned fried chicken hearts.
All you do is warm up a skillet with some oil or butter (I used olive oil) and fry them up until cooked all the way through.
I chopped up a couple of green onions I had in the fridge that if not used in the next couple of day would have been dumped in the compost pile.
When they were cooked completely, they were delicious with a side of homemade applesauce* and a tortilla.
Chunky loved them! Dr. Mad Scientist turned his nose up at the offer to sample one.
I'm glad some of my tastebuds have been genetically passed on!
*Speaking of applesauce, although I didn't photodocument the process, I have two pints of applebutter in the water bath canner right now. WHEW! That's a lot of work for a little reward!
Labels: Food, Work