At 12:42 11/27/2002 -0600, David Dyer-Bennet wrote: > > Time for my liver story, I guess. > >The worst "liver night" story I know: ><http://www.winternet.com/~joelr/liver.html> Ah, chicken liver. It's usually one of the solid bits in the gravy in my house. The sister's eventual cure for Liver Night was how I finally got my parents to stop trying to make me eat asparagus, by the way. Mom's liver was calf's liver. Great big things. When I got to college, they used to serve it buried in fried onions. I tried it, once. It was still liver, and they also offered hamburger for those who dislike liver. -- Regards, Pete pgranzeau at cox.net