There is an old story that I've heard a few times. One that you may be familiar with as well. A Native American father takes his son out for his first buffalo hunt. The young boy takes down one of the giant animals with his bow and arrow. The father begins dressing the beast, cutting out the still beating heart and hands it to his son. The son takes a big bite, blood dripping down his arms and chin. The father looks on with beaming pride. This is the moment that the young boy becomes a man.
And there is another story, one you may not be familiar with, an updated version. Very similar to the one above. A man buys a vacuum-packed cow's heart from a local farmer. He makes his girlfriend go to pick it up on a Saturday morning. She brings it home to him and he opens up the package and dices up some of the non-beating heart. He mixes it with shallots, chervil, parsley and olive oil. He plates it with some garlic confit, ciabatta toast and balsamic reduction. He serves it to his girlfriend who reluctantly eats. The man looks on nervously. This is the moment that his girlfriend begins to question their relationship.
And there is another story, one you may not be familiar with, an updated version. Very similar to the one above. A man buys a vacuum-packed cow's heart from a local farmer. He makes his girlfriend go to pick it up on a Saturday morning. She brings it home to him and he opens up the package and dices up some of the non-beating heart. He mixes it with shallots, chervil, parsley and olive oil. He plates it with some garlic confit, ciabatta toast and balsamic reduction. He serves it to his girlfriend who reluctantly eats. The man looks on nervously. This is the moment that his girlfriend begins to question their relationship.