On 9/13/2011 2:31 AM, Julie Bove wrote:
> > wrote i

>> Funny how nobody's indifferent to liver. That chalky stuff makes feel sick
>> just thinking about it.
>
> My mother once gave me liver and told me it was steak which at that point in
> time was a favorite food. I didn't believe her because it didn't look
> right. But she insisted and told me to take a big bite of it which I did.
>
> After that I was fearful of any food she gave me. I was very young.

When I was very little, under 5, my mother would make liver for
dinner once in a while. She was from the sit-there-until-you-eat-it
school and boy, did I sit there. It doesn't get any better cold.

Not too long ago she teased me, I stopped making liver because you
made such a fuss! Hey, I wasn't malnourished, I could have skipped
the meat portion of the meal if she wanted to make that disgusting
stuff. My younger brothers never did thank me for never having to
have liver.

It certainly didn't damage me for whatever else she made, I didn't
think she was trying to kill me with every dinner.

nancy