So, Jim says, “I could go for liver and onions.”
I should have just gone out to a restaurant and brought some home.
But being the ultimate homemaker, I decided to give it a shot.
Save the grease.
Drench the liver in flour.
Brown it and cook about 5 minutes per side.
Add onions, in that greasy old liver pan and caramelize them.
Not that I have ever tried to eat liver and onions, and I definitely will not be doing that any time soon, but that stuff is gross.
I have candles burning to eliminate the memory and the smell of the cooked organ.
There are leftovers.
Jim wants the rest for dinner tomorrow night.
I will have to stop for at least 2 doubles before I come home to that lovely scene.
Now the cats are hungry.
They want chicken and liver, of course.
Here’s a thought: serve them the left over liver and tell Jim that the cats went wild and ate it.
Or I could tell him I left the liver on the kitchen counter and when I finished the dishes, it disappeared. It was probably a ghost who has been haunting this old house who ate it.
How about this: The liver looked so delicious, that I ate it.
He won’t believe it.
I guess I will just have to suck it up and fix it tomorrow night. After all I was a Junior Bluebird, in my youth, and a Junior Bluebird is always cheerful and happy, especially after a few doubles.