Or maybe not. I opened the package containing the beef heart and was surprised to see that it had been cut open. so it wasn't shaped like a heart. Cliff, former butcher that he is, informed me this morning that the USDA inspecter has to open up the heart and peer inside, just as he has to inspect the liver and other organs. Who knew?
I prepared a box of Stovetop Stuffing, put the heart in a crock pot, and spooned the stuffing on top. Because heart is all muscle, I figured it might not make its own broth like a roast does and I added a little water. Too much, as it turns out, because the stuffing was more moist than it ought to be. I took a picture of the sliced heart this morning, with a container with the stuffing next to it. This is not a lovely presentation, I know; I'm not Pioneer woman. I don't have the patience to put everything on a fancy plate and take twenty-five pictures of it. The crumbs of stuffing on top of the heart look nasty, so you'll just have to trust me when I say it was a decent addition to our noonday fare. In the interest of full disclosure, I'll show you the picture.
We will probably have more tomorrow; after that, I'll give a little each day to Iris until it's gone. She will not eat liver, either cooked or raw; but I found out she loves heart!
I could freeze the leftovers, but I have a feeling the container would eventually float to the bottom of the deep freeze, only to be found when I defrost.
I had no qualms about eating heart; it didn't bother me to think about what it was or where it came from. If we didn't have much meat, it would actually be a treat. But because we limit our meat intake, this is not the form of meat I personally would choose as my main course.
Now, quit your gagging and go on to something else.