Reply #171: It was pretty disgusting.

[reyd reid reed]

My mother was intent on getting us to like liver. She tried to lie and tell us it was roast beef.

Didn't work.

She tried to cut it up and cover it in different sauces.

Didn't work.

She tried broiling it...frying it with bacon...with onions...with bacon AND onions.

No good.

She found (or invented) this recipe, where she took the liver, sprinkled it with basil and oregano and garlic (or something like that), put a tomato slice on it along with some mozarella cheese, and then broiled the whole thing.

It. Was. HORRIBLE but my father liked it (he likes kidney and heart and sweetbreads and buttermilk...need I say more?) so she made it. She thought we'd like it eventually. Or something.

At one point, my grandparents (my mother's parents, at that) came to visit. My mother made her 'new recipe'. My brother, who was probably about eight, protested. Said he didn't want it. Said if he had to eat it, he was gonna puke.

"Eat your dinner, Mark. There are starving children in China. Eat your dinner."

Mark puked.

All over my grandmother.

We never had liver pizza again.