I'd love to be able to have on-demand hearing, where I could reduce the amount of shit that gets unwillingly forced into my ears.
But chicken liver parfait, BP.
If it's not warm tender breast, it ain't going in my mouth.
I like breast as much as the next man, but there's some rich flavour in what our colonial cousins refer to as organ meats.
The asian shops here are like an education in animal anatomy.
I once bought my brother a tin labelled 'Five Delicious Parts of a Duck'. I have no idea whether he consumed them, but I'm inclined to doubt it.
haha. My old flatshare had an Iranian tin of "Sheep's head and feet" that we never did dare open.
Facebook gave me an on this day reminder earlier this week of the time I had the AAAAA Andouillette sausage.