When I was a kid, my Father’s youngest sister would insist on making herself liver and onions just about any time she knew the family was coming to my Grandmother’s house for dinner. She would deliberately fry the liver until it was tough as a shoe and burnt on both sides.
I still smell burning liver to this day and even now the thought of eating it just gags me...
When I was growing up, Thursday was Liver night at our house. My Mother was a wonderful cook, but I loathed eating Liver.
I used to eat by myself in the Family Room watching TV, so our Dog loved Thursday nights, LOL.
After the Dog died, I had to figure out new and innovative ways to dispose of the Cow Sponge.
Let’s just say that the Fossilized remains of those meals were discovered years later by my Father when he was working on the the HVAC duct work...