Chopped up livers never looked appetising
yet here I am cutting them into chunks
to sauté with some butter. Sort of like how
the idea of a relationship split three ways
could never work. High risk/high gain,
this notion of liver toxicity.
Four cloves of garlic, crushed; snipped chives;
two sploshes of Armagnac; a dollop of Lurpak light
and an onion all fried together with chillis and ground up
mustard seeds and browned liver. Wait until
they are cooked through and blend to a smooth paste.
It tastes better than the conventional muck.
Just like we all did. Who knew lovewas not like a heart, but a liver:
three distinct zones.
Max's first collection Modern Love is shortlisted for the Polari First Book Prize 2012. You can read more of Max's work on his blog somethingeveryday.