1 medium heart, rinsed and cut into cubes
2 tablespoons all-purpose flour
2 tablespoons vegetable oil
1 large onion, peeled and sliced
1 cup water
2 teaspoons salt
1 tablespoon minced garlic
- Flop the heart bits around in flour until evenly coated.
- Heat the oil in a covered pan on medium heat.
- Fry the pieces of heart until browned. Upon placing the meat into the pan, it should sizzle slightly. If it does not, the oil is not hot enough.
- Stir in onions and water. Season with salt minced garlic.
- Cover, reduce heat to low, and allow it to sit for 2 to 3 hours, or until the meat is very tender. Serve over noodles or mashed potatoes.
The ‘Heart’ can be any medium-to-large mammal. I prefer Beef or venison, but to each their own.
Stay classy, you beautiful motherfucker.
this is the best thing that appeared on my dash todaywould
can’t…stop…laughing…Our German T.A. would always do this lmao. He growl-screamed “Schmetterling” while violently flapping his arms and to this day, all of us, at the very least, will always know how to say “butterfly.”
Crying. I took German for two years.
This is so accurate. LMFAOOOOOO
I want to learn German do much now
Omfg one time my 9th grade history teacher just randomly started yelling at us in German and so naturally we got really freaked. He just said “what? All I did was count to five….German is an angry language.”
Germany you special snowflake
This is Japan in a nutshell. Forget all the crazy stuff with the weird tv programs and the cosplaying—that’s just the outer shell that gets attention because it’s unusual. This, this is the beauty of the country. I’ve had little grandmothers chase me down because I dropped my shinkansen tickets. In amusement parks, the attendants do their upmost to get lost items (usually cardigans or kids’ shoes) back to the owners—before the owners even realize they’d lost said item(s). I’ve had complete strangers not only give my thorough directions but have offered to drive me to the place I needed to go.
It is so, so, so hard to go back to the States after you get the J-treatment. I mean, Japan has its downside (“What is this madness you call pizza???”), but the general attitudes of everyone—even the so-called hardcore yankees (two of whom who, on a blazing summer day, helped me find one of my schools when I was heinously lost in the labyrinth that is the neighborhood in which said school is located)—is the epitome of the mindset that I wish everyone would adopt. Because yelling at people gets you nowhere. And being able to empathize with people kinda helps make this country a really nice place to live in.
^^^ THIS. I cried when I had to come back to the states. Also, the airports in Japan are the BEST.