Cook-off at the CK Corral

My husband has a nasty habit that he lets get the better of him once or twice a year... he likes liver. My position hasn't changed since childhood when I was iron deficient and the doctor prescribed liver. It ended in a emotionally scarring incident known as The Liver Milkshake. I will say no more...

So, when hubby makes liver, I usually stay clear of the kitchen, but this time I decided to fight fire with fire and make a dish that started out as Venetian Baby Beef Liver and culminated in delicious Pepper Steak, which I have blogged about before. It involves dipping steak strips, usually not  a striploin [but it was all I had, poor me!], into a mixture of flour, paprika, salt and pepper. Then sautéeing until browned, but still pink inside. Then sautéeing bell peppers, tomatoes and onions and a sauce. Served over rice, it's easy, ready in less than a half-hour and so tasty, that no wonder it's one of my oldest recipes.

Hubby's liver and onions is a classic. It involves browning onions in a bit of butter, making some gravy, throwing a potato in the microwave and the liver. He did deign to take my leftover flour mixture and to his credit, he very lightly cooks the liver [unlike my mother who cooked hers so much it was green].

Both meals were ready in about the same time. Hubby's was a little behind because he can't cook unless the kitchedn is completely tidy. That's definitely a habit that I'm not gonna mess with, even if I don't suffer from that particular affliction...

When it came time to chow-down, we each went our separate ways. We did try each other's dish, and I have to say, in the tiny little piece I tried that was smothered in onions and gravy, I didn't taste liver at all. Would I eat a whole meal of it. No way! On the other hand, he would definitely eat mine, and has a time or two.

Does that mean I'm the winner?