Y’all know how you just have cravings pop up out of nowhere? And before you start spreading rumors, I’m not pregnant.
So on this day, I don’t know why but I was craving chicken marsala. I’ve never even cooked this but I thought about this low-key Indian spot in Atlanta where I tend to purchase chicken marsala. No, I’m not going to tell y’all the name of the place because these folks would first need to run me a check. #AintNoFreePromoBih
Well, I’ve never cooked chicken marsala but the internet just made this dish look so delectable so I had to give a try. I turned on my Boney James and took myself out on a date. I even lit candles in the kitchen. Unfortunately, it was one of those candles that smelled like a pine tree fell in the kitchen but you know that’s besides the point. It was a whole vibe; it was me, my pots, my pans, and my love for creating amazing dishes.
I remember the moment I tasted the the marsala sauce that I made with the mushrooms. Bruh, I had to hit a Diddy bop. My heart was full, my soul rejoiced, and my ancestors were happy. I felt warm inside and as I feasted on this delicious dish, I thought of my queen, my grandmother. I’m sure she played a part in what I created. Maybe she added her special touch to this dish. If so, no wonder it turned out so great.
