It’s amazing how a recipe can bring so many memories. Good and dear memories! I remember how I used to hate eating liver, as child. I think the only form I used to accept it was homemade pate! Oh boy, and my Mom sure was an expert in that! She still is, bless her, and every time when we get together she knows there is nothing I’ll love more than a full jar of liver pate!
Veal liver with polenta and caramelized onions
