My husband loves gizzards. Seriously. Loves them. He makes them for himself as a treat quite often. Every time, he asks me - "Would you like some gizzards?" My reply - "No thank you, I don't like gizzards." Of course, he's called my bluff repeatedly and asked me if I've ever tried them. No, I haven't. What am I, six years old?? You truly have no right to say you don't like something if you've never tried it! Well, I didn't want to try gizzards. They look nasty. They smell nasty. The thought of them is nasty. Surely, then, they taste nasty.
I don't know exactly what happened, but one day I committed to Mark that I would try gizzards. I wanted him to do something, and he said he would do it if the next time he made gizzards, I would try them. I don't recall what the "something" was, but I must have wanted it done really badly, because I agreed! So, that's how I got roped into trying gizzards.
Well, the day arrived that Mark decided to make himself a gizzard treat. Oh crud. I was committed. He got them ready in his pressure cooker ... that's how he cooks them ... and, I must admit, things actually looked promising. He puts fresh rosemary, bacon, onion, and jalepenos in with them. "The pot" actually looked kind of pretty.
After a short bit, the gizzards were ready. It was time. I could avoid it no longer.
So, I put my big-girl pants on and cut myself off a bite. Just a bite - let's not get crazy here! Well, my suspicions were confirmed - I absolutely don't like gizzards. And now I have every right to say it.
I don't know exactly what happened, but one day I committed to Mark that I would try gizzards. I wanted him to do something, and he said he would do it if the next time he made gizzards, I would try them. I don't recall what the "something" was, but I must have wanted it done really badly, because I agreed! So, that's how I got roped into trying gizzards.
Well, the day arrived that Mark decided to make himself a gizzard treat. Oh crud. I was committed. He got them ready in his pressure cooker ... that's how he cooks them ... and, I must admit, things actually looked promising. He puts fresh rosemary, bacon, onion, and jalepenos in with them. "The pot" actually looked kind of pretty.
Getting the gizzard pot ready - it doesn't look sooooooo bad. |
After a short bit, the gizzards were ready. It was time. I could avoid it no longer.
Ummmm ... not looking quite so appetizing now. |
So, I put my big-girl pants on and cut myself off a bite. Just a bite - let's not get crazy here! Well, my suspicions were confirmed - I absolutely don't like gizzards. And now I have every right to say it.
I don't know exactly what happened, but one day I committed to Mark that I would try gizzards. I wanted him to do something, and he said he would do it if the next time he made gizzards, I would try them. I don't recall what the "something" was, but I must have wanted it done really badly, because I agreed! So, that's how I got roped into trying gizzards.
Well, the day arrived that Mark decided to make himself a gizzard treat. Oh crud. I was committed. He got them ready in his pressure cooker ... that's how he cooks them ... and, I must admit, things actually looked promising. He puts fresh rosemary, bacon, onion, and jalepenos in with them. "The pot" actually looked kind of pretty.
Getting the gizzard pot ready - it doesn't look sooooooo bad. |
After a short bit, the gizzards were ready. It was time. I could avoid it no longer.
Ummmm ... not looking quite so appetizing now. |
So, I put my big-girl pants on and cut myself off a bite. Just a bite - let's not get crazy here! Well, my suspicions were confirmed - I absolutely don't like gizzards. And now I have every right to say it.
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