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[Sep. 8th, 2015|09:52 pm]
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It's going to be moonless most of the night. I'll most likely be asleep long before the thin, waning crescent rises. In the meantime the small crickets are buzzing and a skunk has released its spray somewhere in the neighborhood. Once the smell diminishes I think I'll go out and watch the stars. With no lunar competition and no clouds they should be pretty bright.
All evening I've been craving liver and onions, though I absolutely hate liver. I think maybe all I really crave is the onions, but I'd have no idea what to have them with and that's why liver comes to mind. But I think I've only got one onion on hand anyway, so it doesn't matter what I'd have with them in lieu of liver. One onion is too little.
What I'll actually eat for dinner is moot. I've been putting it off because I really don't want to think about it. The weather has turned too warm again to have the oven on, so I'll most likely end up with something microwaved or something heated in a pan. Or a peanut butter sandwich, which is easy enough to fix. But I still don't want to think about it.
I can't remember if my chiropractor appointment is tomorrow or the following Tuesday. I've lost the damned appointment card again. I'd lose my head if it weren't screwed on. But then if my head weren't screwed on I wouldn't need to go to the chiropractor, so that might actually be an advantage. I wonder if that can be arranged? I wouldn't have to eat, either, since my mouth would no longer be connected to my stomach. This is sounding better and better. I think I'll look into it. |
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Oh gosh, it's like the beginnings of a horror movie or a Twilight Zone episode! (Or the Outer Limits. Great, now I have that theme stuck in my head.)
Once in Bologna I ate so-called Venetian-style liver with onions, and it was to die for. But plain old liver, no way. Of course, Midwestern cooks pan it till it's like a slice of aged leather!
I'm pretty sure my brain was in the Twilight Zone when I wrote that entry. "I can't remember if my chiropractor appointment is tomorrow or the following Tuesday." Well, duh, yesterday was Tuesday, but I kept thinking it was Monday (Belabor Day holiday threw me off, I guess.) It wasn't until I got the Email from Safeway saying the new ad was up this morning that I realized that today was Wednesday, not Tuesday. If my appointment had been yesterday I'd have missed it by the time I wrote about it. Well, at least now I don't have to worry about the missing appointment card.
My mom's liver was definitely prepared int he Midwestern style, then. But she always served bacon with it, along with the onions sautéed in the bacon grease, so I'd gag a bit of the leather down first and then cover up the vile taste with the bacon and onions.
Is the Venetian style liver calves liver, or do they use goose liver? I've always been curious about French foie gras, which so many people rave about, but I've never had it. I'm afraid I might like it and I'd never be able to afford it again (not to mention what happens to the goose, about whom I'd feel no end of guilt.)
Glad you didn't miss the appointment! A Monday holiday always throws me off, too.
It was calf's liver and quite nice. I've never had foie gras that I know of, unless a bit of it was used in some recipe someplace and I didn't know what I was eating! Yes, the poor goose. :/ | |
