Rosemary joined us for dinner. Of course, she (and garlic) were only on my plate, compliments of the mini-saute pan with my own seasonings. Rand’s plate also did not have broccoli on it: He sides with George H. W. Bush on the belief that broccoli is not to be eaten.
We have generally always eaten chicken breasts, but more and more, they are tough, fibrous, and tasteless, including the alleged organic cage free chicken. I only used chicken thighs for making Moroccan chicken as the darker meat was more flavorful in the spicy stew. After the last organic cage free chicken breasts were essentially inedible, I braised chicken thighs with herbs de provence followed with a light creamy sauce. Rand, who rarely comments on food other than to give me a look (like last night when he saw me mincing garlic and rosemary and I assured him it was not going into the main dish, just mine), said the chicken was good–“better than that last one that I could not eat.”
I know people who prefer dark meat–my colleagues at work always wanted thighs on fried chicken Thursdays. Maybe I get it now.