“Young chicken” I guess is too much for some people to bear to purchase. It’s like foie gras versus force-fed duck liver. We name them something more elegant and don’t think about what it really is. I digress…either way, I’ve never made a cornish hen before and I learned something important about those little gals a few days ago. Do not make them for a romantic meal. I saw Giada make a pair of cornish hens on one of her shows for a date night with her husband. While I was debating on a romantic-its-the-end-of-the-week meal I remembered Giada and her hens. Perfect! Granted, I do not like cooking any kind of meat but I was in the why not try it? mood. Tim and I could sit at the table, candles lit with flowers as our centerpiece, enjoying our wine and hens and each other. Turns out, those hens are a little too small for normal sized utensils. Our romantic meal turned into my husband and I working a fresh kill with our fingers. Those hens ended up being eaten by hand because of their tiny little bodies. Note to self: purchase a miniature knife and fork combo. It would have made things MUCH better. Instead of finishing a simple, delicate meal it looked like we had each torn apart an animal and left its carcass on our plates. This does not fall in the romantic category. Not the picture I had intended during my preparation. Not something I will repeat unless it is for anatomy purposes.
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