Although we don't have afternoon tea as often as I'd like, we did manage to squeeze it in yesterday. And here's the impromptu setting:
Teapot filled with tea, sugar bowl, tea cups and plate full of fried calf liver.
Yes, you heard me correctly. I said liver.
One of our friends just butchered their steer calf this weekend and she asked if I wanted the liver. Heck yes!
So yesterday morning I started cutting up the liver into manageable sizes (the liver was over seven pounds!) and sorting it out into piles. Inedible scraps into the garbage, smaller scraps for the cats & dog, and three hunks for us humans to consume. Two of the hunks went directly into the freezer and the third was sliced up for dinner that evening.
I put the pet scraps into the cast iron skillet and cooked it up for treats for the fuzzballs. Before it was even done cooking, the delicious aroma of fried liver wafted throughout the kitchen and was driving me crazy. So I decided that we should probably sample some of the liver. You know, to make sure it was ok. So I sliced up a few pieces, dredged them in flour/seasoning salt and fried them in a little bit of oil.
Heaven. I think that anyone that doesn't like liver hasn't had it cooked properly. Or they're aliens. Either way I guess it doesn't really matter because it just leaves more for me.
Rhiannon and I ate our little snack of fried livers, slurped the rest of our tea and went outside to run around a bit. Well, she ran around.
I'll do a post on my fried liver and onion gravy next blogging day. Try to keep from drooling in anticipation.
Apparently I'm one of those aliens.