You stand over it, pondering on the soft, delicate, visceral mass and you start to feel ever so slightly nervous. Some are bright red, some dark red, some big, some small and the flesh submits to the touch. You have an epiphany that your own liver is equally as delicate, but instead of being the picture of health it is instead probably a bit ratty around the edges and you wonder about all those Sunday mornings when you can just about piece together the night before.
Fact. Once you cook with liver you start to respect your own.
Anyway.
It is technically impossible to find a restaurant in Tuscany which does not offer liver pate served on crunchy crostini.
Probably because most people absolutely detest it, chicken liver per pound is probably the cheapest and most nutritional foodstuff you can still buy for pennies.
The crostini at the back is mashed Cannelloni beans with olive oil, a hint of garlic and rosemary prepared for a girlfriend who grew up in Tuscany but who does not eat liver.
Make your crostini (stale bread, brush with olive oil and bake in the oven until light gold)
For the pate, fry the onion until soft, chuck a pound of livers in, throw in some chopped sage leaves, the juice of half a lemon. Cook through, and then blitz or run through a sieve. Season. Serve warm on the crostini.
Variations – add some chili, sweat some pancetta into the onions etc.