<p>My mother made liver and onions about once every two weeks while I was growing up. I never ate it then and I would never eat it now. I hated the smell and it looked awful. To this day my father still asks me if I cook it. He tells me I have undeveloped taste buds. Its probably one of the few foods I have an aversion to and I still don’t understand how my mother made enough for us of us to eat and she and my dad were the only two to eat it.</p>