Forgive me Jillian, for I have sinned.
It has been one week since my last confession.
I love dark meat.
No, CHICKEN. You guys are messed up.
But, seriously, don't do a google image search for "dark meat" unless your filters are definitely ON. WOW.
Yes, yes, the boneless skinless chicken breast is some sort of holy grail for health food nuts and dieters alike. Low in fat and calories, but high in protein, it's the best of all world.
It's...bland. Yes, this can fixed by hiding it, but wrapping it in a coat of many flavors.
I know this is all personal preference, and for those of you who love it, more power to you. But, I like my meat gamier, fatter, darker. Cooking chicken thighs is easier. They are far more forgiving, and it takes way longer for them to dry out. They're cheaper.
It's like I lucked in to some terrible joy, as if I enjoy riding "bitch" on road trips (for those of you who didn't grow up where I did, that means the middle seat, with no leg room, a sketchy seat belt, and no window control).
I only offer it as a confession because people seem so surprised that dark meat is my preference. Then again, I love the heel pieces of bread.