I don’t eat a lot of meat. Not that I have a problem with others doing so, I eat chicken but minimal anything else. If I’m honest, I could survive on mashed potatoes, cauliflower cheese, halloumi, rice and bread. I like a bit of stodge!
And let’s just fill in a bit of context here. The husband doesn’t eat liver, or vegetables, or anything spicy, pasta, eggs, a lot of fruit… he’s basically a fish finger and burgers sort of a creature. The daughter DOES eat vegetables (hoorah) and pasta, eggs… but she wouldn’t go near a piece of liver if you paid her. I would never cook it as I’d be drummed out of my own home.
Having said that, when my mother asks me if I fancy liver and bacon, I always say “yes!”
Now, I’m 50 years young and my mother is… well… old enough to be my mother. I live just a ten minute drive from my parents and they are actually on my way to work, which is terribly fortuitous 😀
So, back to my lovely mother. If she sends a text (she has a smart phone, now… DON’T… that’s another blog post) to ask if I fancy some liver and bacon, I am all over that! I go from 50 to 10 in the blink of an eye. Proper childhood food. Does it get any better?!
(I’m actually salivating writing this. I must continue before my keyboard needs a wipe.) So, I get the text asking if want some. I say “yes, please!” And then, on my way to work (I mostly work nights), I stop off to pick up my package of heaven. The last time this happened was a couple of months ago. I grabbed my bounty (two? carrier bags) and put it on the floor of my car (see above picture). My mum told me to “be careful, I’ve had to do something different.” I didn’t really understand what that meant but continued on to work very happily. Because it was cold outside, I left the ‘bags’ in the back of my car ready to take home with me in the morning, after my shift, and I was going to eat the liver and bacon the next day for my dinner before going back into work the next night.
Look at this! This is what you call a proper dinner! Liver and bacon, lots of mash and vegetables. Heaven on a plate!
I wasn’t sure about the elastic bands. It normally comes in a different container and I decant it onto a plate. This was something a bit unusual. But I wasn’t going to complain.
Look at all the livery goodness! This picture genuinely makes me happy.
It was only at this point that I thought I’d make some gravy to smother the mash in, in a food-porn sort of a way.
Well, I needn’t have bothered.
Look at this!
In the second ‘bag’ was a jug with a bit of
slightly odd plastic over the top, a rubber band holding it on and it sat in a bowl with some kitchen paper.
It looked strange, but oh my giddy aunt, she thought about this. Now, I could have dismantled the jug from the bowl quite easily when driving, but by chance, I didn’t. The whole thing could have turned into a terrible mess. The kitchen paper/elastic band contraption worked well.
Now, I love my mother. Yes, she drives me nuts at times. Yes, I could gag her when she comes out with some mad idea for something that really doesn’t need a mad idea thrown at it. But, she is so bloody thoughtful.
She gave me gravy for my liver dinner and I love her for that.