I'm back now and I'm feeling pretty ruthless. Ruthless like tackling and fish-hooking someone; ruthless like taking over the world, like walking across a windy bridge and staring down legions of soldiers.
I'm ruthless from eating pig hearts.
What better cure for a broken heart than a new heart (or two)?
These pig hearts were left in my freezer by one of my breast friends, James O'Keeffe, when he left on tour with his band Second Coming (check out their new song 'FERGuson'). James, co-founder of the Olympia Meat Collective, raised these pigs while teaching butchery and charcuterie workshops. A compulsive improv vocalist, James sang to his pigs every day. These pigs were well loved in life and in death. When I ate them, I felt the love in their hearts and it radiated through my body and eased my own hurting heart.
Eating heart had me singing the songs Rill Rill by Sleigh Bells ("Have a heart, have a heart") and Sentimental Heart by She & Him (you know, Zooey Deschanel). Also, reciting the opening line to e.e. cummings' poem i carry your heart with me, beloved of high school lovebirds and anyone who has fallen in love less than twice.
Heart is very easy to cook. Not so easy to find.
Where do you source your specialty cuts?
How to burn your heart:
1. Hold the heart to your heart.
2. Wash the heart.
3. Using a sharp knife or kitchen scissors, good music, and patience - cut off the white unyielding bits. Don't get too fussy, but keep in mind you'll be spitting out whatever pieces you can't break down with your teeth.
4. Cut into strips about 1/4 inch thick, any length/width. Hack it up.
5. Heat half a stick of butter in a frying pan. When your hand held four inches above feels heat, proceed:
6. Lay the strips of heart in the butter. Using tongs, flip them every once in a while.
7. When brown on both sides, maybe a little burnt, place on a plate.
8. Taste. Experiment with cooking it more or less, slicing it thinner or thicker. Or just fry it all up and
9. Eat the heart plain, eat it with bread, eat it with mashed potatoes. Cut up small pieces into soup. Feed it to your sweetheart. Whatever you do with the heart, remember you have one, too.