I learned a valuable lesson when I was about 9 or 10. When I was younger we rarely went out to restaurants and the only beef we usually had was hamburger (for the very cheap meal of Hamburger Helper). We had steak once on special occasions. I went to live with a new family at age 9 and we went to a local buffet restaurant (anyone else remember King's Table?). They had servings of what I thought was steak. I found the biggest one I could find and brought it back to the table. My new parents snickered as I anxiously cut it up into bit-size pieces. Imagine my surprise it wasn't steak at all but liver. As a lesson, my parents made me eat the entire thing. Yuck. To this day, I won't eat liver.