Or chopped haggis (yum).

My grandmother (may she rest in peace) used to love to heat-up that strained liver that came in the little baby jars (they were for my baby brother) when she stayed with us. She's dump the puréed liver into a sauce pot, stir it, heat it up, and then chow out. Just the fumes in the house were enough to make me sick (literally, believe me). I've hated liver ever since. (I was 8 years old then) My folks used to like liver and onions, but they had to stop making it because they got tired of watching me and my little sister throw up at the dinner table. Not kidding.