My husband came home yesterday with a surprise for me. It’s not what you think. (AHEM…Fresh and Slish)
He brought home a package of liver and asked me to cook it for him. LIVER. UGH!!!!
Now I remember my mom making liver and onions when I was a kid and I also remember NOT EATING IT. Just looking at it raw was making me queasy. UGH.
In 9 years…..he had never mentioned liking liver and never asked me to make it. He said he was thinking of him mom and she used to make him liver and onions. *sigh* I couldn’t argue with him after that. He was missing his mom (she passed a few years ago).
I just stared at the liver laying on the kitchen counter and finally called my mom. (Not before Tali 1 walked in the kitchen and shrieked WHAT IS THAT??? EWWWWWWW! at least three times.
“Mom…Mr. 1969 brought home some liver.”
“Do you know how to cook it?”
“Uh…no. That’s why I’m calling you.”
After a confab with Mama 1969, I just jumped in and cooked it for him and served it over a bed of rice. He was so excited and claimed it was delicious.
Did I eat any? Hellz no. The boys and I ate grilled salmon, asparagus and new potatoes.
I love him but liver is where I draw the line.