I like to do things in the kitchen that take a lot of time, especially the tasks that seem and feel a bit stimulating. Soaking up valuable beans overnight, washing fresh pea pounds off their pods and steaming ginger raw raw artichokes and eating with them The butter is clear.
I also like convenience and, well, none of these things are convenient.
Especially the trimming artichokes that are without a doubt prepared and not to mention more boring vegetables and hyper-seasoning for cooking. (I guess I could say this, because these are one of my absolute favorite dishes.) But that doesn’t stop me from enjoying them all year and at a moment’s notice.
This is why I have not only come to accept, but truly love, love. Yes, I’m going to talk about canned artichokes and yes, I hope you’re still reading. If I lost you then my opinion that cooking and enjoying it with a dab or frozen vegetable does not mean that someone will respect their food or ingredients for less than a meal cooked with a fresh version. These are different ingredients used at different times and there is a time and place for both.
What if it was February and not the Artichokes season? Or are these not available at your grocery store? Or it’s 8:45, and you’re just back home, but you know what you can really go for right now? An artichoke. And wouldn’t it be great to eat that artichoke with some crispy chicken thighs in a white arts sauce? Absolutely.
Well, you’re lucky, because canned or jarred artichokes are widely available, and boy, do they go to the venue? I am partial to whole, single varieties of unmarried babies, because I like small, cute vegetables, but as they are trimmed and cooked, their leaves are soft and feathery with a prickly tender heart.
The only thing that makes these otherwise perfect little artichokes different from the marinated ones is they are a bit touchy but not a particularly ripe machine. (In most cases there is a little salt and some citric acid to prevent oxidation) So) the taste needs some assistance in the department, even as a fresh artichoke does, but I can see that they are a skillet full of chicken fat and white wine as an opportunity to cook.
Usually for a recipe like this one, I might say, “Go ahead, use one more meat like pork,” but here I will not, because artichokes, wine and chicken have affection for each other that cannot be replicated. While certain parts of the chicken are ready for discussion (I’m partial to thighs), bone-in, no skin part is what you need for fat skin, which will render the skin crisp and you can find onions and all those mentioned artichoke hearts and bones Adds flavor and ensures against drying.
I vaguely like to serve this special meal straight from the skillet to reinforce the “French Rustic Treatment” vibe, ending it with a shower of herbs. I like mint with artichokes but I know you’ll be happy with the tender and herbaceous, like parsley, tarragon or dill.