This month is my 3-year blogging anniversary. And I needed to do something BIG. So I decided to eat Liver.
But I couldn't just quietly eat some liver like a normal person, could I? Nope.
First, I held a full-blown "liver election" to help me choose the perfect dish. I pestered everyone I know on Facebook and Twitter and asked them to vote.
Next, I conspired with my WW buddy, Carl, who also happens to be the head butcher for a local gourmet grocery chain. He agreed to provide the livers. I was beyond excited! It was my first blog-related "freebie"! And it was a pound of Chicken Livers! What could be better?
Then, I made the journey to pick up the livers. All the way - snapping pictures of every moment.
|My Local Purveyor of Fine Organ Meats|
|Liver Me Up!|
|One Pound of Raw Livers for Your Viewing Pleasure|
Finally came the super-exciting, epic, fantabulous day when I decided to COOK THE GODDAMN LIVER for the love of Pete!
The chosen recipe, based on your votes, was Chopped Chicken Liver from the 1974 Weight Watchers Recipe Cards - Make Ahead Main Dishes category. I was super relieved that this was the winner, because it seemed like the least horrifying one of the three.
I started by cooking the liver in a skillet and sprinkled it with salt, garlic powder and cayenne pepper.
|An Assault on the Senses|
At first it smelled pretty good, and I thought to myself, "Maybe this won't be too bad."
But then after about 5 minutes - it began to smell bad. Like really bad. Like I had to crack a window because my dog started running around looking for a way out. The more it cooked the worse it smelled. I began to worry that I may not be able to do this.
But I did.
I cooked. I mixed. I chopped and pureed.
|You Know Those are Dehydrated Onions on Top|
I served it up with a fancy cucumber.
|That's Right. I Scallop My Cucumbers.|
I ate it. Not all of it, mind you. But a decent portion.
And now I am sitting here feeling kind of silly. All that drama over some liver. It wasn't even that bad, really. It wasn't that good either. It sorta tasted like mushy meatloaf or beefy hummus. I don't know. It's really hard to describe.
It's all over now. The Retro Weight Watcher gals of the 60's and 70's were required to eat liver once per week. But, my friends, I can tell you with total confidence - I will never eat liver again. Put that in your pipe and smoke it, Ms. Jean Nidetch!
So with that - Happy Anniversary to me! And thanks to all of you for putting up with me for three whole years! Cheers!