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To: MamaB
MamaB :" I never could stand the smell/taste of liver and onions, though. Yucky"

Me either ! Worse than yucky !
I would actually start dry wretching while it was cooking !
My grandma would tell me to go next door and see what my aunt and great-garandma were having: mostly it was pork and saurerkraut (AKA: fermented cabbages).
IT taste better, and smelled better, especially when served with applesauce.

30 posted on 12/02/2016 5:56:31 PM PST by Tilted Irish Kilt (Immigration is a priveledge ,.... not a right ! Tell that to O'Bungler and the U.N.)
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To: MamaB; Tilted Irish Kilt
I never could stand the smell/taste of liver and onions, though. Yucky!

Me either ! Worse than yucky ! I would actually start dry wretching while it was cooking !

Same here.

I wasn’t a particularly picky eater as a kid but couldn’t stomach liver and onions or lima beans, although I did go through a “I hate peas” phase, but I think it was those big mushy overly salty canned peas my mother used to buy. But I did and do love Brussels sprouts – called them “Baby Cabbages” as a kid. I also called broccoli “Baby Trees”. I liked and still like cabbage, especially stuffed cabbage.

My mother used to make liver and onions regularly because my dad like it and IIRC, it was cheap and for some reason (and no – I don’t think my mother really hated me) she would often serve it with lima beans or succotash. Ugg!

Fortunately, I had an older brother living at home at least until I was in the 3rd grade, when he got married and moved out, and he hated liver and onions as much as I did so when he got his license and his own car at 18, he’d tell my mom he wouldn’t be home for dinner, had to run some errands and would take me along, but what he did was take me out with him to McDonalds or his favorite local diner for dinner. : )

I do remember one time when my brother wasn’t around to rescue me and my mother insisted that I eat all the liver on my plate – she believed in and enforced “the clean plate club” and would also give me the “Children in China are starving” speech.

I had the first piece of liver in my mouth that I had chewed but refused to swallow. She made me sit at the dinner table alone for about an hour after she and my dad had finished eating and were in the living room watching the news on TV and I still had that first piece of liver in my mouth. And I still associate the sound of Walter Cronkite’s voice with liver and onions. : ), My dad finally took mercy on me and told me to spit it out but also told me I had to go to bed early.

As an adult, many years ago, after I got married, I thought I’d give fried liver and onions another try, I even bought fresh, not frozen calves’ liver at a local high end butcher shop, soaked it in milk, used some herbs in the flour for dredging - nope still hated it. I think it’s the texture more than the flavor that I hate as I will eat liverwurst or liver Pâté – OK but to be honest, not very often.

46 posted on 12/03/2016 6:19:32 AM PST by MD Expat in PA
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