You know, as a youngster, we butchered our own chickens. My dad never kept the livers, so I have to say, I've never eaten a chicken liver, mostly because my dad never liked them. So, I am dressing a chicken to go into the oven and inside the butt-cavity is a little package with the heart, gizzard and liver. I pull the liver out, look at it, smell it, heft it in my hand for a second. Its kind of slimy, smells like meat, but also something more...After a few seconds, I offer it to the dog. Now, Squish is more picky of the two garbage disposals, so I wasn't really surprised when I threw the liver in the dog dish and, after a couple of earnest sniffs, Squish looked up at me with his big round eyes asking me as only a little dog can, if I am trying to kill him by making him eat this pig slop. I then call over to Noodle, the more reliable of the disposals, to investigate. After a couple of earnest sniffs, he too looks at me with disdain and goes back to his spot to resume licking his rear end. Obviously his ass tastes better than a chicken liver. I'll take your word for it Noon.
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