Showing posts with label offals. Show all posts
Showing posts with label offals. Show all posts

Sunday, February 28, 2010

The Awful Offals



You knew it was coming.

It had to be done.


(que the ominous chords)

The Offal Practical
If you've ever wondered where the phrase 'waste not want not' comes from now you know. Offals: tripe, sweatbreads, kidneys, liver, oh I could go on, but I've decided to spare you.

No matter how you disguise it and dress it up (and believe me we did) it's hard to get over the foreign taste, texture, and smell.



But as it's important to expand your mind, it's equally important to expand your taste buds...as hard as that is to swallow.

Today we breaded and pan fried liver placing it alongside deep sautéed and seasoned potatoes and drenching the liver in a heap of caramelized onions.



Proof that I did experience this acquired taste.

Darcy Jones