We were poor immigrants coming to Canada in 1953 when I was 3 1/2 years old. Needless to say, my Mother never had a feeding problem with me. I would eat anything she would make and liver being very cheap in the old days was served at least once a week in great quantities fried with lots of lard and onions, which were also cheap. In fact, the leftover liver did not make it to the next day because I'd be in the fridge grabbing it and eating it cold as a snack. That's how much I loved it, almost as much as garlic and lard.
Anyway, today I had free-range chicken livers which were recently added to product sold at my favorite butcher shop, along with hearts and gizzards. I prefer my liver baked, with a sprinkling of salt, onion powder and curry powder. Then once it's baked (and oh so tender), I eat it with a small, green salad. Hope that the leftovers last until tomorrow but I highly doubt it, lmao!