Perhaps… but it shouldn’t have… we were really saying we want liver to live and never to become anyone’s meal ever again. ::positive spin on hating liver:: 😉

I’m beginning to think that your liver took all of our ‘liver as a meal’ bashing a little too personally today.

It does seem as if my body strives to make things a bit more interesting… or difficult.

You must tell your mom that she made liver wrong… the grilled onions helped to mask the taste. They were essential to the ability to choke it down. Same with the mashed potatoes. And we heard the same It’s good for you speech and were unlucky enough to be saddled with a dad who would even order liver & onions as his entree in a restaurant. He kept telling us he used to hate it, but grew to enjoy it and we would too. Didn’t happen. I can eat it, but it will never be my first choice for a meal.

Thanks so much, Christy.

Liver IS absolutely disgusting. Mom didn’t generally make onions or mashed potatoes with our liver so my secret tended to be TONS of ketchup (but honestly? There isn’t enough ketchup in the WORLD to cover up that taste *shudders*). However, as I was gagging the nasty stuff down, mom would always remind me of how good it was for me. So here’s hoping you have such heaping mounds of mashed potatoes and onions that you can barely taste the liver – because in this case it really is good for you. *hugs*

Awww, thanks, Linda. For both the encouragement and the eagerness to keep reading. 😀