We serve a couple of things at our house that seem to cause a fe w folks to check on what is being served before they accept a dinner invitation. However, we never serve them to "outsiders". My wife is from Bavaria, a small village about 40 kilometers from Munich and she has a special menu. Strange thing is I have come to enjoy them.

The first one of these she served was Liburger and boiled potatoes. It tastes surprisingly good but you have to store it inside three zip lock baggies in the house or else you will run the chance of smelling your living quarters with that special eye-watering odor that comes along with the Limburger.

The second was Sour Liver. That is strips of cows' (not calves') liver cooked in a vinegar sauce.

But she is open to other tastes. On a trip across the US, we stopped in Leadville, CO for dinner. I convinced her to try something that had what was, to her, the incomprehensible name of Chicken Fried Steak. It was love at first bite for her but Red Eye Gravy was too. She always opts for the white flour gravy.

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