If the short ribs I posted earlier this week elicit romance, opulence, and proper decorum, then ají de gallina resides on the opposite spectrum for when I eat this, I want nothing more than to cozy up in my favorite, most
slouchiest pajama bottoms and go at this with a ravenous, no - holds - bar hunger that I'm certain is terribly unattractive, disheveled and wide - eyed as I appear.