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Sautéed Calf’s Liver and Onions, Venetian Style — 5 Comments

  1. 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?

  2. 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!

  3. 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.

  4. 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.