Pimping your Chicken Thighs
Chicken is one of the most versatile meats on the planet. It can be prepared a million different ways, and in New Orleans, a whole chicken is a dream for making gumbo and jambalaya easier to prepare.
The other day, I was staring in my fridge and shaking my head. What a travesty for a chef to open a refrigerator to find: NOTHING.
When I say nothing, I mean: a package of corn tortillas, celery, a half of a lime, and chopped garlic that was screaming to be put to rest. That’s nothing.
My salvation was in the freezer. I found a large package of chicken thighs. Bone in, of course. The bone carries the flavor of the entire piece of meat.
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Jewish Penicillin by a Sicilian-Portuguese Girl
I needed comfort.
The desire to ease my physical discomfort which recently occurred was as strong as my New Orleans accent. After my trip to the E.R. on Friday, I was exhausted, and determined to start the necessary steps to heal and feel good again. Love from others will always help the process, but so will food. Food will always be a catalyst in crumbling walls of tension, and like music, it can and will set a mood. It just has to be understood.
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There are two sides to every pig…
A couple of weeks ago I met a pig who was at the animal hospital where my cat, Yin landed after her glucose crashed. While half of my body was in the cage where my four-legged daughter lay, I listened to snorts of dismay by the pig. I finally pulled myself from the cage and took a look at him. He was pink and cute and my immediate thought was of Arnold the pig on Green Acres ( one of my top 3 favorite shows in life ). The head vet tech came up to me and said “Isn’t he cute? His name is Pigstachio. He just got his manhood snipped.” That explained the anger.
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