It's Only Liver

I like liver. My kids don't, I guess.

Sometimes, while they were growing up, I did fix liver for dinner. Liver and bacon or liver and onions. I fixed it because I believed then--and still do, I suppose--that the organ meats are good for you. And, as I said, I like it.

Trust me. I did not fix it often, but when you don't like something, any of it seems too much of it. Like tuna casserole. I fixed that, too, not because I like it but because Wayne liked it. Alyce seems to think I fixed it all the time. That's like Ann and liver. On our tour she told someone I fixed liver a lot.

Not true.

All this to say I had liver last night. Liver and onions. First time in a very long time.

It was good enough, but I live alone, you know, and one small plastic container of calf's liver could feed four. I don't want liver for the rest of the week. But I may have it.