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Originally Posted by Sweetpea
I once had liver. I spit it out again and I never ever spit out food... My husband likes it, but I try to stay away from it as far as I can.
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The trick is getting it well prepared. I hated it as a kid, but discovered upon growing up and moving away from home that what I hated wasn't liver - it was my mother's preparation of it. She was British, and had internalized the classic bad British cooking concept that meat must be cooked to tough as shoe leather, and didn't start with good cuts of liver to begin with. When I first had a good, thick, properly sauteed cut of liver, smothered in onions, it was a revelation.
(Mom was an erratic cook, doing some things well and some poorly, but a generally superb baker. One thing she did do well, when I could talk her into it, was steak and kidney pie.)
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Dennis