Growing up with a chef for a father definitely expanded my culinary horizons. Dinner (and sometimes breakfast) was often whatever the special had been that night, or what had to be moved out of the walk-in to make room for new stock.
Suffice it to say…things that would have sent some kids screaming into the street, were as common as hotdogs and mac-and-cheese at my house.
One dish that was love at first bite (around the age of 4, I think) was liver and onions, which also happened to be one of Dad’s favorites.
Is there any food that is more stereotypically hated and reviled than the poor ‘ol beef liver? LOL…I don’t think so.
So, given that, due to my background, I may not be a non-partisan judge, I’m bringing the question to you…
Liver & Onions…yes or no?
(and if you have a story, please share it!)
PS – My mom once told me, “I didn’t divorce your father for cooking liver…but it didn’t help.”