liver. When I bite into it a nasty furry film forms on the roof of my mouth and an emetic reflex kicks in.
I believe if I were actually on the verge of real starvation I would not be able to chew and swallow liver without vomiting.
Am I alone in this affliction?
Without wishing to be indelicate or unpatriotic, h, would I be correct in assuming that what you call 'liver' is the English dish of slabs of lamb or, God help us, ox liver, fried to a uniform grey dryness, served with limp, water-filled 'bacon', Cadbury's Smash and Bisto?
Sometimes I don't really understand my homeland
The liver may come from the chicken, or from the veal calf. In the case of the chicken it should be fried until brown on the outside but pink in the middle and may be mixed with some fried shallots and garlic, possibly even some crispy croutons, and served on toast. Quite delicious.
The true liver disjh is, of course, the calve's liver, which should come from Dutch calves, the tastiest of all. Thinly sliced, it should be lightly floured and flashed off in some extremely hot oil for seconds on each side. One may prepare a sauce, frequently of Marsala, but this to me is unnecessary, for your Dutch calf will provide all the flavours you need.