Noddy24 wrote:Farmerman--
You are lucky that you were not born a woman. In the years when I came to puberty, liver was a part of the Curse of Eve--with onions and bacon. Regular helpings of liver build Unconquerable Womanhood.
Since both Mr. Noddys are in your corner of the Men's Lodge on the Question of Liver, I can cook liver for myself every so often and feel delightfully self-indulgent.
By the by, my pit bull won't eat raw liver, but she does enjoy liver, lightly sauteed.
My poor mother, as a tiny girl, had some sort of anaemia which was quite dangerous.
She was prescribed raw liver.
Such is the wisdom of the human body that she actually craved it, and ate it happily, apparently.
Personally, I think I would just fade away and die quietly, instead.
