Sautéed Calf’s Liver and Onions, Venetian Style
I hate liver! This was the only recipe in the entire book I was concerned about. I have never liked liver or liver dishes. Growing up my mother forced me to eat liver with methods I’m convinced were borderline abusive. I recently shared my horror story with Dan, Deborah’s husband, and he laughed. I’ll telling you those old liver dinner days were no laughing matter.
No Foie Gras. No Rumaki. No Pâté. I just say no to liver. Yes, I have tried each one of these foods. Some I have even tried twice. This week I must again remember my pledge and enjoy the cooking process. I will also cut the recipe in half.
Sautéed Calf’s Liver and Onions prepared Venetian Style is very easy to cook. Just two ingredients–Liver and Onions. Thinly sliced onions are sautéed until brown. Then the liver quickly cooked over high heat. Salt, pepper, done.
The liver looked delicious. This is the first time I have seen cooked liver be flexible. When pressed with my finger the texture was slightly springy like a cake ready to come out of the oven. I took a deep breath, cut a small piece, and took a bite. It still tastes like liver. The texture was moist which was a surprise, but even topped with all those delicious onions I have to pass.
Shortly after Steve and I were married, we made a promise to never cook liver in our home or feed it to our future children. He has his own horror story. I had to be very persuasive to get him taste the end result. Why should I be the only deal breaker? [grin] His feelings remain unchanged also. Oh well, I can’t like everything.
Irene, I’m so proud of you for sticking with the Pomodori pact. Even in the face of the hated liver assignment.
Blame it on your mom, Irene. Had you been born a Venetian, and your mother had prepared fresh pale calf’s liver, and known to cook it until it was still rosy, but no longer raw, you might have grown up to think liver was a supreme treat. From these Pomodori posts I have learned that a great many American children were shortchanged at the dinner table with lasting consequences.
I am puzzled by the hape of your liver. It looks more like some kind of croissant. How did it get that way?
Irene, you rock, although I will never understand your aversion to eggs. We all have our demons I think. Mine is mayonnaise on sandwiches. Mind you, I love egg salad, tuna salad, potato salad, etc., but DO NOT put mayonnaise on my bread! I think it is because my older sister and I used to torture my brother with mayonnaise. Don’t ask…
Anyway, there was a little family run restaurant very close to where I grew up. I used to BEG my mother to take me there for there liver and onions! I adore this dish! Honestly, my mouth is watering just reading your post.
Keep up the good work and the Pomodori creed!
Irene,
I commend you on cooking the liver after the horror stories of “livers’ past” (Scrooge bah humbug). I have my own spine chilling memories of liver cooked in tomato juice…
never again will I make it, huh uh, no way.
Brava to you and your husband for at least tasting your liver recipe.
I’m not even polite about it. I don’t eat liver in any form. That said, your post was charming and your commitment to the Pomodori admirable. Even if I don’t want to eat it, you made reading about it a pleasure.