Every once in a while my friend and I get together and have coffee somewhere downtown. Well I never actually have coffee since I quite dislike the taste of it, but anyways. My friend called me last night to tell me plans had changed and we were instead having supper at her place since a friend of hers had invited himself over. I asked her what I could bring, so I brought rice and a loaf of bread I’d made that very day and ah yeah, some fries we were stuck with.

My friend’s guest (who’s a friend of mine too), had brought some sort of meat that he called “steak”. But none of us were sure about it. The first thing I said when I saw the “meat” was, “Liver!” But I seriously had no clue what liver was like. So anyways. Our guy friend obviously didn’t help us to prepare the supper (well, I mean, not all guys are like that and I’m sure he’s not that lazy all the time….) so we were stuck cooking his “meat”, not knowing what we were cooking. My friend was a little reluctant at the idea of cooking it, so, well, I did. I cooked it as a steak (with my great experience in cooking steak…) and yep, supper was ready.

There happened to be another friend - who’s a cook. She tried the “steak” and affirmed that this was no steak, but rather, liver. So we sort of laughed, because you don’t cook liver as you cook steak. The liver was sort of, extra, extra cooked. The joke now is: When you have to eat liver and you don’t like it, ask that it be overcooked… that way, it tastes quite fine!

Anyways, I think it’s kind of funny that I had the privilege to cook liver thinking it was steak. Quite bad eh?

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