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Mar 09

Some things never change

liverA package of grass fed cow’s liver has been taunting me for the past 6 months.

We ordered a quarter of a cow last year. It came with all the trimmings, bones and liver included.

I haven’t had liver since I was a child. I despised it to the point where I’d rather have licked the floor behind the refrigerator than eat liver.

We’ll I’m a grown up now, or at least that’s what the mirror tells me, so after six months of being taunted by the liver in the freezer, I thawed it and found a recipe that just had to be delicious. It had bacon, garlic, and onions, and those three ingredients can make anything palatable, right?

I should have known…

The moment I placed the liver in the hot bacon grease the scent of the cooking meat hit my nose and my stomach flipped. Still, I was confident that my adult palate might appreciate liver and so I waited. The meat finished cooking and I cut myself a small piece. I gingerly place the bite in my mouth, chewed, chewed some more, but I just couldn’t swallow. I tried. My twelve year old self gagged and I had to spit it out.

I’d still rather lick the floor behind the refrigerator than eat liver.

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