Originally Posted by
MoAlpha
These days, we tell people who ask us if there's any food we don't like, "No insects or recognizable organs."
Mom and Dad loved liver. Me, not so much. They'd make liver and onions, which I always felt was a cheat - the wonderful smell of onions frying, but then the liver that always tasted bloody, like a fried nosebleed. They also made chicken livers, floured and fried up. I didn't like them, either. I'm not fond of any pate that has too much liver in it.
Kidneys, OTOH - Dad used to make stewed lamb kidneys with mushrooms and sherry for special breakfasts that my siblings and I still get misty-eyed over.