This morning at the bus stop, one of my neighbors invited me to make chopped liver with her. It turns out she’s always wanted to know how to make it, and one of our other neighbors knows how, so the three of us will plan a cooking date.
Sometimes as adults we go long periods of time without learning anything new. It’s one of the fun things about cooking with other people that you learn from each other, and feel inspired to try new things.
As the “other neighbor” who knows how to make chopped liver, I now am feeling a little performance anxiety. What if my grandmother’s chopped liver recipe doesn’t meet expectations? How will I show my face at the bus stop after a liver disaster. Stay tuned…
I just did this last week! I forgot to take photos so I decided against posting it.
Still eating the chopped liver and loving it, though I am the sole person in our house who does. My dad loves it though! Either you’re a pate-head or you’re not, and one thing we looked up was: when is chopped liver not pate, and visa versa? Turns out there’s not much of a difference, and depends on the recipe/country/theme.
Hello. Against stupidity the gods themselves contend in vain.
I am from Panama and , too, and now am writing in English, give please true I wrote the following sentence: “Hospital, this murder is a info of illness’ time,’ is it back?”
With respect 8), Yoko.