I hate liver. I can still smell the pungent odor that was created when my mother cooked liver and onions. I can still remember trying to stifle the gag reflex it caused when my parents told me to “eat your dinner.” I can still feel its awful texture in my mouth and taste the nasty, livery flavor.
In short, you could never tempt me to eat liver. I’d have to be starving before I’d let it pass by my lips.