Then again going off topic but hey that’s what I do. My dad liked to eat steak and kidney pie. My mother, bless her heart, knew we (meaning me and my sister) hated it. So she did not make us eat it, rather she made it specifically for dear old dad. Sometimes when she was cooking it I would come home from school and smell the kidneys frying in the cast-iron pan. It smelled like somebody pissed in the frying pan and reduced it down to nothing.
God damn that was disgusting.
I’ll fill you in on the liver snd onions sometime later. I know you are all waiting with bated breath for that one…..,
