A rhyme about “Liver” by The Bard of Sherman Avenue triggered a discussion on Huckleberries Online last week. It read: “Packed with nutrients/so incredible,/it’s quite a shame the/stuff’s not edible.” Seems there are two types of people in this world: The supermajority who hate liver. And the few who can stomach it. Cis Gors, of Kootenai, is among the former. She recalls spending hours at her table as a youth trying to force down the vile-tasting organ. If she didn’t finish the liver at dinner – or sneak it to the dog – she was served it for breakfast the next day. And, if necessary, lunch. Decades later, she tells of listening to her mother complain about cooking liver for her father. Her mother confessed that she hated liver, too. Startled, Cis asked why – why! – did you make the kids eat liver. Her mother’s response? “It’s good for you.” Cis didn’t know whether to laugh or rage. Cis’ children should be grateful to their grandmother. Cis never forced them to eat liver/DFO, Sunday Huckleberries. More here.