It was good to spend some time with E's dad. I got along really well with him, actually. We had some good bonding sessions, smoking cigars, watching lots of footy on pay TV, sitting in the sauna together. It was good.
One morning he decided to cook up a breakfast. Bacon? Sausages? No. Liver. Yes, you heard right. I don't know about you, but the first thing I feel like eating when I get up of a morning is not some foul smelling, horrid textured, internal organ of a sheep. Hard to believe, but true.
I really struggled. I tried to put on a brave face so I wouldn't offend him, but inside I was in turmoil. I pretended I was on that Fear Factor show and I was doing this for 2000 dollars. No good. I pretended I was on an island with no food, and starving, and this was my first meal in a week. No use. Starving seemed preferable.
Anyhow, I got it down and then foolishly got cocky, and took another piece, to really prove my intestinal fortitude to him. But half way through my body started to rebel. Abort mission! my stomach cried. Wrong way, turn back! screamed my taste buds. I had to give up. Sometimes you need to know when you're defeated.
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Liver (when cooked properly) is one of the best tasting dishes I have had. Its also so rich in nutritional components, its not funny and health experts recommend you eat it once a week.
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yeah I heard dog food is also really nutritious. Why don't you hook into some of that gear too.
Lamb's Fry as we used to call it, with bacon and gravy DELICIOUS
DAD
...thanks to the bacon and gravy.
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