Y'all were contemplating the worst thing your mother made. You mentioned liver.
My mother would dredge liver in Tang and flour and then fry it in onions.
Top that.
My mother would dredge liver in Tang and flour and then fry it in onions.
Top that.
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Try galamoiakka.
That is fish head soup for you non-Finnlanders. And I do mean the entire head of the ugly bugger.
And I don't mean any thick creamy stew to hide the kurf you don't want to see like clam chowder. This is a thin, watery gruel the kind Oliver Twist grew on.
Say it with me now, "Mom! Eeyew!"
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