Oh, boy, can I relate to the liver and onions story, Whitman. When I was a young lass, it was a special treat to go to the local Picadilly Cafeteria. This was a fairly small town, and there were no "fancy" restaurants back then, so the cafeteria was the Best place to go out to eat.
My mother would always order the Liver and Onions. I was always aghast that she would order something so perfectly horrible, when there was such a glorious array of food showcased, that she could otherwise choose from!
Incidently.....my mother is one of those people who has a very bland sense of taste, and cannot abide many foods the rest of us take for granted:
Chocolate.....the woman HATES chocolate, for cryin' out loud! Tea.....whoever heard of a southern born and bred woman who hates tea?!
Coffee..... the woman cannot even stand the smell of coffee; she's a freak, I tell you!
Pizza.....I'm NOT kidding here......she does not care for pizza.....but if she is forced to eat it, will only do so if it has pineapples on it.
Sea Food of any kind.....this woman is living her life without benefit of tasting lobster dipped in drawn butter, shrimp dipped in marinara
sauce, lemon herb fish.......'tis sad, so sad......
Yet, she likes Liver and Onions???!!!
