The liver.
I have decided to name this ever narcissistic blog after an organ that has so defined my life.
In French, foie gras, is the liver of the overfed goose. Sometimes seared, sometimes turned into pate, it is a delicacy that has been under quite a bit of controversy. It is delicious.
Not only do I find pleasure in its consumption, but I also value my very own liver. He (yes my liver is male) stealthily filters out all of the glorious toxins i love to put into my body. Sometimes, i wonder with all of the food, wine, and liquor i've consumed how my liver may taste.
In reality, this is an exercise for my lost writing skills and a log of my own personal food trek. Bad grammar? pretentious prose? ignorant culinary masturbation? I welcome all critiques and comments. I have no culinary education, and I did not study English. So let us consider this a delicious disaster.
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