re: #250 allegro

My mom would fix liver and onions now and again. My dad and brother loved it. I was forced to eat it once. When it came back, violently, as we sat at the table, I was never made to eat it again. Mom only fixed it for them when I wasn’t there.

I was forced to eat it because my mother inexplicably likes liver and onions. Ugh. Just…ugh. I don’t know how anyone eats it. It just tastes metallic to me.

I never had it come back in that dramatic a fashion, but as I got older I refused to eat it and would just make a plate with something else at dinner instead.