The Way (Back) to a Woman's Heart is Through Her Liver

Hick must have been trying to mend fences back flip-house walls with me on Wednesday at 10:38 a.m. when he sent me a text:

"You want some liver and onions"

"YES!"

"Okay [thumbs up emoji]" (either alone would have been sufficient)

Hick came home with two dinners while I was away at leg therapy. I found them at the bottom of FRIG II when I returned around 3:30.

For once, both containers were the same. No obvious bloated portions for Hick the Cooks' Pet. Looks like those ladies are quite generous with their liver. Also included was a roll, and mashed potatoes. So much for any healthy vegetables this day!

I ate my liver that night. No fava beans, nor nice Chianti. Also no roll, no mashed potatoes, and no gravy. I scraped my gravy/onions onto Hick's liver, and left him the roll/potatoes in my container. I warmed my liver in the oven, and had it with a nice Save A Lot brand ketchup.

I found out later that Hick had eaten his liver lunch. One of his Harem did not want hers, and was not going to take it. But Hick told her to get it, and he'd take it home. So he had originally paid for my lunch and his, but got another one from the Harem gal.

Dessert was lemon merangue pie.

It looked really good. The lemon was brighter in person than in my photo. I can't vouch for the taste, because I gave mine to Hick. 

Anyhoo, this culinary gesture kept Hick out of the dog house for at least a day...