My Culinary Adventures

So, after a long day of tackling the educational world's toughest problems, what is a girl to make for dinner?  Tonight, we will take an adventure down a harrowing path that involves a cast iron skillet, bacon, onion and.....liver.

Every year my husband and I receive a quarter of beef and every year we give his aunt the heart, liver, and tongue.  Not this year!  Nope!  My husband really wanted to eat the liver.  He indicated to me that he had ate liver growing up and liked it.  So after stalling for about, oh a year, I finally gave up the fight and made the liver.  I, myself, have never really ate liver, and I can now say I will never eat it again.

My adventure began with a little research.  I figured, who better to teach me how to cook liver than "The American Woman's Cook Book" circa 1940.  This cookbook has everything in it for a culinary adventure; Codfish Balls, Braised Tongue with Aspic Jelly, Turtle Ragout, and of course Sardine Sandwiches.  But most importantly, it belonged to Nick's Grandma Kate.

I decided that out of the five different liver recipes, the liver and bacon description sounded like the safest bet.  After all, everything is better with bacon!  Guess what....not liver.

The moment I pulled the liver out of the package I cringed.  The slimy texture was enough to throw any person off their game.  I took a deep breath, and followed the directions step-by-step, knowing the whole time that this was not going to be good.

I took great care in the plating of the liver thinking that would make it better.  My husband, remember the one who wanted the liver, insisted that it was tender, cooked well, and smelled good.  But the moment he took a fork full I could see the change in his expression.  "I think my liver days are through" he indicated.  He was a sport about eating some, I took my required bite, and the rest went into the trash.  Even Liddy took a bite with excitement, only to be disappointed that it was not steak.

After the kitchen was cleaned and I ate my yogurt for dinner, I sat back and flipped through "The American Woman's Cook Book" with the smell of liver in the air.  I noted a cookie recipe with Grandma Kate's handwriting "no good" next to it.

 So without hesitating, I opted to keep the tradition alive and made my own notation for my future grandchildren.