OK, this was yet another recipe I had to take over when Denise got married and moved out. However, these did get rave reviews from Dad. (I think because no matter how badly I made them, I was willing to make them, Darin)
One package of chicken gizzards, rolled in flour
Heat 1/2 inch oil in large skillet
Fry chicken gizzards until they are well browned, cooked throughout, and until you absolutely can't stand to look at them anymore, because they are so gross to start with.
I think this was the important part: Repeat following mantra to self while browning them: "These are so disgusting, I can't believe anyone would actually EAT THESE. I hate these. These are worse than liver. How can he eat these? These are so disgusting..."
Then sit back and try not to gag while he tells you how great they were. "Yep, Pop, I made them with love." Ick.
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Ewww! You actually made those? I am impressed. No seriously, you are one brave woman. Makes me sort of wonder if your unwillingness to yank out Grandma's false teeth to save her from choking on them was just an act to get me to step up to the plate and increase my self-esteem or something. You made chicken gizzards. Wow. I wouldn't even go near the kitchen when Dad was cooking those nasty things.
I thought about posting Dad's gizzard recipe because I'm pretty sure that was one of his contributions to the Grace Lutheran cookbook. Pretty sure his version was slightly different but yours rings with far more accuracy. In fact I could almost smell the gizzards frying as I read it. Can't say that I really appreciated that.
Oh and speaking of liver...did Mom and Dad actually make you eat liver? Because even to this day, I don't think I've ever had a bite of that nasty stuff though Mom and Dad ate it rather frequently... at least frequently enough to scare me. But they never made me try it. And if I have you or Deni to thank for that...like if you had earsplitting tantrums that made them give up the effort for all time, well I thank you for that.
I do remember that every few weeks we'd go that little Chinese restaurant...Kin's I think... where Mom and Dad ALWAYS ordered liver and onions and I ALWAYS ordered fried chicken. I bet the Kin family was back in the kitchen just shaking their heads at that order. No chow mein? No wontons? Must be Nelson family again.
You likely have me to thank for your liver-less past: I started storing my liver portions in the window sill or in the hollow legs of that stainless steel dinette set they had. I think child abuse laws were becoming more In Vogue by then. That threat of their's, "You'll get up when that dinner plate of yours is clean" became a whole lot less scary once they purchased that new table. This is why children need dogs near the table. Parents like ours were probably why young girls didn't die of anexoria in the 60's & 70's--they were constantly under Food Watch. DON'T MOVE UNTIL THAT PLATE IS CLEAN.
It is 6 a.m. and I think that I have woke up my whole neighborhood with my "fit of laughter" while reading the comments from both Dione and Darin regarding your Dad's Gizzard's and our love of liver and onions. The gizzards really weren't that bad. . . but I would never have published that recipe. ha! And Darin, I remember the peas on the window sill, but putting the liver and onions in the hollow table legs. . . could that have been the reason why it we couldn't sell or even give it away when we moved?????
I will never forget going to our neighbors, Babs and Don Solman, the wonderful English couple who took care of Deni while I worked. When I would go to pick her up after work, I was greeted about 3 nights a week with that wonderful aroma of liver and onions cooking in their kitchen. I wanted to charge out to the kitchen, sit down at their table, pick up a fork and start eating. . . but they never invited me. So I would take Denise home, go into our empty apartment and say to her "Okay, what the heck are we going to have for dinner?"
When we visited our English friends in "97", I prayed that we would have some of those wonderful liver and onions, but we didn't. Babs is a fabulous cook, the meals were delious,but NO liver and onions. How disapointing!!! Mom
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