I may be one of the few black people who, if given the choice, would rarely, if ever, eat chicken.Blasphemous, I know.
Fried chicken … baked chicken … BBQ chicken … rotisserie chicken … chicken cutlets … “Would you like chicken with your Caesar salad, ma’am???” ...“NO! I’ve had enough chicken to last me a lifetime, thank you very much.”
(Although, buffalo wings are a COMPLETELY different story! They’re just heavenly. ...As a matter of fact, I’m currently contemplating going on a mini North Jersey road trip to find the best buffalo wings in town. The top contenders thus far are Sharkey’s and The Shannon Rose Irish Pub, which are both located in Clifton.)
So needless to say I wasn’t all that thrilled when I learned we were making chicken marsala in our Week 2 cooking class. Great, more chicken, I thought. But turns out I learned a thing or two in the kitchen...
