Liver

My daughter's Community Living Support (CLS) worker dropped Jacqueline off, and we started chatting about this and that. For some reason I mentioned that when I was a kid, my mom made liver (& onions) for us on a regular basis, and how disgusting I thought that was now. She agreed and said that she'd never eaten it. Then my son's CLS worker came by to pick up Joe (we are a regular CLS Grand Central Station here) and I asked him if he'd ever eaten liver, and he said that he hadn't but that it was on his Bucket List.

And then Joe left with his CLS worker and Jacqueline went to her room to rock out to some Thomas the Tank Engine and Rick James and Jefferson Starship and Cecilia Bartoli (she's a bit eclectic), and I went down into the basement to do my thirty minutes on the stationary bike. I've just started listening to books on tape while I exercise, having discovered that the PLAYAWAY audio books are about as perfect as you can get for this purpose. And I'd just recently acquired Jean M. Auel's The Clan of the Cave Bear (I swear that that book followed me around for several months before I finally decided I needed to at least see the movie, and after I did that I thought it was at least interesting enough to warrant seeing what the book was all about), and so I turned that on to pick up where I'd left off yesterday.

Within two minutes, the narrator was telling me that after the cave boys killed the animal . . . can't remember what kind it was . . . that the first thing they did was take out the liver and divvy it up amongst all the hunters, because that was the choicest bit.

Liver.

Well. Yet another coincidence for the book, ennit?

I'm never eating that shit again, though. I don't care how choice the bit is. Liver is fucking disgusting.