“A census taker once tried to test me. I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice chianti.” - Hannibal Lecter

So I’ve never seen Silence of the Lambs. I try not to watch horror movies because I get engrossed in the story, but then once it ends I realize that I’m going to get stabbed in the shower and tossed in a wood chipper half-alive. However, I did manage to read it somewhere. I get a bit queasy about this quote, not so much about the cannibalism as the fact that Hannibal Lecter chose to eat the man’s liver. I’ve had pig liver once, I thought it was a tofu appetizer and unfortunately took much too enthusiastic a bite. I didn’t enjoy it at all, it was like, sandy, pasty, and had an unpleasant taste. I also have a healthy aversion to Fish Liver Oil. My culinary preferences can be simple: I appreciate a good cut of meat, I like a good rack of ribs, and I love a juicy steak. So why in the world, when confronted with a person, would you choose to eat the liver? You’d have to be crazy. (hyuk hyuk hyuk)