Don’t get me wrong. I enjoy being a grandmother and having the grandchildren stay over. But I like to give them proper food. Their mother, for all her excellent upbringing, doesn’t feed them properly. They’re malnourished. I make sure they’re sent home with tummies full of good healthy food.
One of their favourite foods is liver. It must be the way I cook it. Their mother claims it to be the most disgusting organ in a cow and says the children hate it. She refuses to feed it to them. But a liver is low in calories, low in fat, and packed with nutrients, including riboflavin, copper, vitamins A and B12 and B6, thiamin, protein and iron. What could be healthier?
The grandchildren gobble it up. When I come from the kitchen to the dining table their plates are always empty. Not a liver left. And it makes them full of energy. Damien, the oldest boy, always asks at the end of a liver meal if he can go out and dig the garden.
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Meanwhile, the other children use up their excess energy chasing my old dog, Muffin, all around the house. Poor old Muffin! She’s used to napping in her favorite place, under the dining table; she can’t take all this rough play any more. Sometimes she even vomits, after the children leave.
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When Muffin does that, Granny gets quite liver-ed.
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Smart kids! Actually, I’ve never eaten liver because my mother refused to feed it to me, something that I’m sure annoyed my grandmother. My mom’s a pretty smart lady. If she says it’s awful, I see no reason to doubt her.
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I didn’t realize I was writing your biography! I love liver – in fact I had it last evening, which was the prompt for today’s story!
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Hiding the evidence is a crime, isn’t it? 😀 😀 😀
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A definite crime but hopefully they will receive a presidential pardon!
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Fat chance. . .
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Hah! I figured there was a dog under the table! I used to make liver and onions – something my mother made and which I sort of liked – thinking my husband liked it. After 20 years of marriage, he finally told me he hated liver. Haven’t had any since!
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What an offal story!!!
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groan!
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I love liver
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And steak and kidney pie!
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Oh yes 🙂
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Livers don’t grow on trees, do they? And yet, they may, if Damien is fed enough liver.
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It’s (possibly) amazing what is buried in our backyards.
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That is, when you are not holed in an apartment when the backyard is more psychological than material.
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