I don’t mean it as oneupsmanship, but in 1947 when I was 12, I hoed corn and cotton in Eastern NC for 10 cents an hour. Only when I ‘graduated’ to priming (picking) tobacco two years later, did I earn my first five dollar bill after a 10 hour day under a blistering July sun.
Uh, guys – I believe the retort by the ’chef’’ refers to ‘frying’ ones OWN liver.
As for frying up the succulent dish that’s being discussed here, there ain’t nothing like thinly sliced beef liver, slowly sautéed, slavered with a layer of REAL onions and smothered in brown gravy.
Wallthe2Tahiti Springs….hmmmm… Isn’t that located somewhere in Lower Alabama, you know, LA?