Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Be Still My......Chicken Heart
Wow. Never thought I'd see the day that my son.....MY son would actually be chowing down on nothing less than chicken hearts. Now don't go getting sicked out that I would actually be the cooker of the culinary "delight". Cause nope. No way, no how would a chicken heart, liver or any of those gizzard-y parts pass through my doorway.
Today the boys and I went to lunch at Tucano's with Jana, Michelle and their boys. There must be something groovy about chomping down on the rubbery nuggets to a little dude, cause Aaron, Drake AND Quinton all kept asking the meat servers for more chicken hearts. I'd say that Aaron probably put away 10 or 15 of the aorta filled meat mounds. Me? Not a one. I think my last chicken heart consumption occured when I was a kiddo and made the mistake of biting a heart in half and looking inside. Let's just say the valves were NOT an appetizing sight.
So now I know for the boy that says that lettuce and olives are DISGUSTING, a chicken heart would make a groovy snack. Gee wouldn't grandma Dahl be proud!