Smokey Joe
New member
Prologue: This past deer season, 2 of my buds got deer, which I field-dressed for them. (Yeah, we should all gut our own. One bud is handicapped, the other makes killer chocolate chip cookies. I field-dress deer very neatly.) Neither bud is a liver-lover. Heart neither. So I received the ombles.
Yesterday, 1/3 of a liver looked up at me from the freezer, so I brought it upstairs & thawed it.
This evening, Mrs. Smokey Joe (bless her) sliced liver (to the cats' applause--they got all the little pieces, and all the juice) then fried up bacon while I skinned & sliced onions and nuked a potato. The onion rings went in the pan next. Then she gently fried the liver slices.
She & I sat down and had fried liver & bacon & onions, with a side of baked potato. VERY satisfactory!
Yum. Burp. Here's to you, all you liver lovers out there!
Yesterday, 1/3 of a liver looked up at me from the freezer, so I brought it upstairs & thawed it.
This evening, Mrs. Smokey Joe (bless her) sliced liver (to the cats' applause--they got all the little pieces, and all the juice) then fried up bacon while I skinned & sliced onions and nuked a potato. The onion rings went in the pan next. Then she gently fried the liver slices.
She & I sat down and had fried liver & bacon & onions, with a side of baked potato. VERY satisfactory!
Yum. Burp. Here's to you, all you liver lovers out there!