When these babies get up and start walking around... No, wait. This is food, not synthetic cells.
We had some lovely roasted chicken left over, and we wanted to do something Completely Different with it.
The chicken was so good, it didn't want to be buried in a tortilla casserole. It was too innocent.
So. Quick! What does the essential essence of honest food want?
We decided on the Garden of Eden. Natural, pure, unadulterated flavors. (If Adam and Eve, the poster children of synthetic cells, had a stove.)
Kudzu had forwarded me a recipe from David Lebovitz, a sort of salad with fried beans. Yes, you cook the beans, and then you fry them until crispy brown in fat. Irresistible; I was a goner. Though, of course, I didn't follow the recipe; I merely stole the bean idea.
Next natural, pure flavor: Artichoke bottoms. We had a couple, because the 'chokes we've been buying from Iacoppi are too big to finish in one meal.
Now this, I swear, is the total dish: Chicken, crisp beans and artichoke bottoms. Basta. Complete. The flavors of creation.
I'm sure I'll get the beans better next time; these were cooked at perhaps too low a heat (I was scared) for too long. I'd prefer browner skins and creamier interiors.
Upon removing the beans, we left the fat in the pan to sear the artichoke cubes, and then all the fat (butter and olive oil) and vegetables went into a bowl with the chicken bits, a good squirt of lemon, and salt and pepper.
A most affirming dish. The heart of life. Honest, naive.