"What's that smell?" I asked Helen walking into the kitchen yesterday.
"Deep fried chicken livers," Helen replied. "Your mother requested them."
"Well, that's really going to help with the diet," I thought.
Chicken livers are an acquired taste. I used to love them, but have lost the taste for them over the years. Maggie goes nuts for them.
I didn't say anything to mom about this diet anomaly as I quietly ate my baked chicken. She happily ate her supper even bragging on Helen.