It’s Friday. That means two things:
Country-style chicken hearts and a small glass of rebellion — whiskey, of course. 🥃
The dish? Tender chicken hearts, sautéed slowly with veggies until everything was cozy, rich, and smelled like something Grandma would approve of.
Onions, carrots, and maybe a few secret herbs that jumped in without asking. 🍲
It’s rustic, it’s old-school, and honestly — it’s kind of magical.
The challenge of the day?
Getting the hearts just right — not too rubbery, not too soft. They need love and patience (and I gave them both).
Also, I may or may not have set off the kitchen smoke alarm. But no casualties — only flavor.
And the whiskey?
A bold move. But hey, it’s the weekend.
The pairing was better than expected — warm, rich, and a little dangerous. Just like this meal.
That was a real abracadabra meal.
I should do magic more often!
