Liver Lovers Club
 

Last year there was a story in the Sun about the annual meeting of the Liver Lovers Club. Does anyone know when this club is going to meet again.

OH...that would be me.

Are most of them from Ohio?:a20:

Liver and onions anyone (is that a midwest thing)?

Couldn't look at them when I was a kid, now not so bad.

Have to leave the house if someone is cooking liver!!:yuck:

This sounds like a club I could join. The wife likes liver but it has to be done. I like it a little rare so it has some flavor.

This is hilarious. Next, I expect to see a Lima Bean Lovers Club. :icon_hungry:

Barefoot, I'm sure you can start one!:icon_hungry:

Liver, onions, bacon, with bay leaves. I am only one in my family to like this. My mother made this quite often. Oh, don't eat the bay leaves.
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That's exactly what I said!!! Sometime I have to tell you my childhood experience with lima beans!:yuck:

I certainly am glad that for the first thanksgiving the pilgrims didn't shoot a liver.

When I was a little girl, I thought lima beans had been created by the devil. :laugh:

My wife and daughter love liver. the wife has it with onions and bacon. I love the smell of it cooking but can't stand the taste or texture. She also loves kidneys and gets steak and kidney pie from an English pub in Apopka. Always ask for the pie without the steak. Just to many intestines for me, I'll stick to meat and potatoes!

A Lima Bean Lovers Club?

Well, that sure would be a gas.

Hip Boomer

Liars Lovers Club
 

Oh dear, I've got to stop "skimming" the thread subject lines! :oops: I thought it said this was about the Liars Lovers Club! I was really looking forward to the posts about that one! :a20:

When I was a kid my mother made liver and onions and bacon. None of us kids liked it but in our house the kids ate what was served or waited for the next meal. We whined and complained, then ate the liver.
I don't think my dad liked it either but he knew better than to say anything. Like us, he ate the liver but he suffered in silence.
After I was married, I was sure that my liver and onions and bacon days were behind my until one night, early in our marriage, I came home to find that my young bride loved, you guessed it, liver and onions and bacon. There it was on the dinner table, and, like my dad before me, I kept my mouth shut and ate the dadgummed, dadblasted liver and onions and bacon.