Originally Posted by
missydarlin
...My parents tried to make us eat liver until one night when the neighbor came over with their dog (who found the liver my brother had hid under the couch). They didn't serve it to us any more after that
Mine finally got the message when I refused to eat it and told them I'd rather eat nothing at all. They made me sit at the table until I finished it, but finally relented after I fell asleep there and they were going to bed themselves. Fortunately, I never saw it again or there would have certainly been a repeat performance.
I think I can still taste the last liver I had from 14 years ago when a friend convincingly said, "But, you've never had it the way I make it." Don't fall for that line. I felt like I needed to rinse with lye to get the nastiness out of my mouth.
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